It feels like there’s only a matter of time before the worse/final option becomes the best and only option.

I’ve worked on myself for 2 years now. Things have definitely changed, most for the better. 

But I still feel miserable. I’m tired of random, frequent moments of that doomed, sad, hopeless feeling that I get, even on my happiest days. It’s like this disease of my mind won’t go away, no matter all the positive things I have in my life.

I’m not hopeless yet...if anything in really grateful for how much happier my life has been.

Depression won’t let me win though.