Depression Is Not The End

Once upon a time there was a little girl. A little girl who thought that she was all alone in the world. She had no one who understood her. No friends to speak of. Even her family didn’t really “get” her. They loved her, of course, and she loved them, and they were close, but she didn’t let them into her innermost darkest secrets.
The little girl would cry week after week because she was alone. She found solace in writing. She found solace in writing out her pain, writing about tearing her bod...