i’ve had depression ever since i could formulate my thoughts. i remember when i was around 12, i would pray to god to please let me die in my sleep because i didn’t want tomorrow to come. well i’m in my 20s and it doesn’t get better. i have better coping mechanism, i don’t hate myself anymore, i try to be physically healthy. but what’s the point of anything when i’m struggling to do the most basic tasks. i am tired. i feel like there are weights tied to my wrists and ankles. i am tired.