always used to question the validity of my depression. like, i’ve never tried to kill myself, so how bad can it really be? then, realizing i haven’t taken a shower in three days or breathed fresh air in a week. realizing nothing seems exciting, and i’ve abandoned all my passions and hobbies. that i am always tired no matter how much sleep i get. that i don’t eat, or i eat too much. that i sabotage my own happiness. doing everything but killing myself
