Two months

I took me two months.

I was depressed. For the first time in my life, I can honestly say that I was that. I wasn't just sad. No, I was depressed. I saw no meaning in anything. I wondered if this was all there was to life. Why I'm attached to people when they're gonna leave me anyway. Why do I even have to live?

I don't know. I just cried. Sometimes a few times a week. Sometimes every day of every week. It didn't seem to go away. There was always a dark cloud over me.

But now, somehow, it doesn't feel so heavy anymore. I'm not as unhappy. I think I might just be ok. Not happy, but not unhappy either.

This is one messy post. I don't know. I'm just not as sad anymore. And I'm glad. I'm glad that I don't feel overwhelmed with sadness. I'm glad that I can't feel it. Depression.