“How are you doing?” Answering this question honestly never fails to scare me.
“Are you depressed right now?” it’s not as if it comes and goes, like a cold…
“How can I help you?” is a question that I don’t know how to answer.
“Is there anything I can do?” I’m not sure if there is even anything that I can do…
“You should be happy, you have so many things to be happy about!” yes, I realize this, and it kills me that I still am no—
“It’s all in your head.” That doesn’t make it any less difficult. Any less real. Any less consuming or painful, I feel like I’m drowni—
“You’re gonna be fine.” But what if I’m not?