I used to be a very sad girl. Most days, I still am but I stopped being gray. I struggled a lot with self love, with the feelings of self worthiness, I struggled with starting. I always said well I’ll do this or that when i’m not sad anymore. I believed in my heart that one day my depression would just go away and that I would finally see in color again. I would love sunshine and sprinkles, I would wear colors other than just black and I wouldn’t be sad ever again. I convinced myself that the delusion of curing depression would come true if I just believed it long enough. SIKE. I had to put in the work, I had to add the color.
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