So much gratitude to Thought Catalog Books for including my essay and acknowledging that yes, depression is real, despite what I’ve been told. It’s not “all in my head” or because I “don’t have enough real problems” and won’t be solved by “eating more meat.” Books and writers like these have meant more than you know. Without acknowledgment, there is no healing. And some days that’s all you’re capable of. Buy on Amazon and iBooks.
So sick of myself and this thing called “be patient.” I just want better.
Failing to fulfill a dream that was never yours to begin with.
What part of you thinks that you belong in this world or even with me?
When the only thing that feels real is a profound sense of rejection.