the worst part about depression that’s on again off again is that you can never tell if you’re making progress and actually feeling better or if you just had a couple of good days and the second something goes wrong you’ll be right back where you started.
I’m KICKING ASS at recovery right now without any emotional support whatsoever. It’s the most difficult thing I’ve been through. I’m trying SO FUCKING HARD. No one even acknowledges the incredible progress I’ve made. The fact that I’m fucking alive is pretty amazing in itself. Part (most) of me wants to give up & lose allllll of this weight to show that I’m still fucking broken… But I also want to get past this more than anything, regardless of how miserable I am.