Depression

Dear depression,

First of all, get the FUCK out of here. You’re nothing but a liar, a thief, and a critic.

When you’re here, it doesn’t matter what else exists.

What, you’re gonna tell me that my life isn’t worth it? That my life isn’t worth living? That I’m not worth fighting for?

Bitch, get the fuck outta here. Who are you to tell me that? Who are you to strip me of my worth? To convince me that I’m less than. That I’m the problem? And that there’s nothing I can do about it?

Fuck you with that energy. Depression, I AM worth it. And my life IS worth living. It IS worth fighting for.

Motherfucker, this entire blogs NAME is called Life Goes On!!!

Not “live gives in to depression”!

So, depression, kindly take your lies up on out of here.

Or, anxiety….are you the problem here?

Either way, both of you can most unkindly fuck off.

I don’t need you. You have not served me. You have never served me.

And I am worth so much more than I’ll ever let you convince me of otherwise.

I’m strong. And kind of a badass.

So, again, quite unkindly, you can take your asses out the door.

We don’t need you here.

Get out of my head, get out of my thoughts, and let me GROW.

You’re just not worth it.

And you don’t get to keep holding me back.

Not tonight. Not tomorrow. And not the next day.

I’m so much stronger than you give me credit for.