So here we are; this is probably the most vulnerable post I’ve ever posted anywhere.

Today was a bad day; I spent most of it crying, in and out of the worst sleep you can imagine because my anxiety was keeping my body hyper stimulated. It felt like my body was being pricked by a million pins while also being unable to sit up, mired to a disheveled bed. This is depression. This is your brain misfiring. This is how depression can look in its worst moments: Patchy, swollen, red, dirty, cluttered, puffy, sick, broken out, exhausted, ashamed. I don’t always look like this, but need to realize it’s okay if I do sometimes. But it’s hard to get out of these moments, it’s hard to mask every second of the day while you feel like you’re losing this ongoing battle in your brain, so I am putting it here. Not to be brave or inspiring, but because it’s okay to do so.

-Roses