I wish i could be a different person, a happier one, or at least more appreciative. I hate living with depression because it’s like not living at all, i’m back to my old ways, eating once a day, crying until i throw up (or at least try to), staying in all day, feeling like brushing my teeth is such an overwhelming task.
it’s getting harder and harder to just continue, everyday it takes all of me to not commit, I used to be ashamed of even saying it out loud, i thought it’d be cringy to be like “poor me, i’m so depressed” but i’ve reach such a low point that I don’t even care.
The only thing that was forcing me to get out of bed was my job and yesterday i got fired, which also means, unless I find another job quickly I won’t be available to continue supporting myself.
