Witness
Witnessing my own sadness was the objective best friend I needed.
Witnessing my own sadness was the objective best friend I needed.
I needed to have that shitty year and the one between to see it.
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.