It makes me so anxious and depressed. Not just how fast it flies by, but the fact that we can’t get it back. I wish I could relive the best parts of my life. I spiral every time it hits me that it just keeps moving forward. I don’t know how to mitigate it. I wish I would’ve appreciated the good times more. I hate how time changes people, I hate how little we have of it. 

My life has gone to shit and it’s hard to keep going, but I’m trying my best. Hoping that time does the only thing it’s good at, which is healing things.  

Does anyone else feel like this? How do I learn to cope?