There is literally no happiness in their eyes
I’m laying in bed and I’m thinking about a time I had a talk with someone about my depression. & I remember saying “I hope one day I will be free of depression”… but while I’m saying this I was thinking the complete opposite. I don’t want to be free of depression… I actually like being depressed. I’ve been depressed almost my whole life, I am depression and depression is me. Depression is all I know. but who likes being depressed, no one wants to be sad and down all time.
and it makes me think is there something wrong with me? isn’t it unhealthy that I’m okay with being depressed?