Caution Warning: Mention of suicidal thoughts.
Don't let imagery and illusion deceive you. I'm a broken person when we meet for the first time I'm a good liar I hide what I felt.

I have been depressed since 9 years old. I was very suicidal even that day. Did I want to like to see if I finally died? Disturbingly yes. Will anyone miss me? Or I will be forgotten. My sign of depression started when my grandfather on my mom's side died when I was 5. Since then I had different stages of grief since I never properly healed from my trauma and in therapy because of it. Every day I think of him and wonder if he is proud of me. When my depression and social anxiety turn into CPSTD; and yeah since then my depression become chronic I have been through hell and back. As an activist for mental health, you shall never be ashamed. You are all valid. Hell yeah.