Is so funny to me. I remember when I got diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety and thinking “I knew all along I had this strange little mental illness.” Except now I don’t really know what it means. It comes and goes, I fight it off with heavy drug usage. But what happens when the drugs run out and your laying in bed stuck in your own depressed filled mind? What happens when your swimming in your depression and you feel so alone, yet you have so many around you? That’s how I feel. I feel right now my supply of drugs won’t even help me. I feel so empty inside, and I couldn’t tell you why. Depression is a funny little thing, isn’t it?