Anyone else want to get better because being depressed and anxious sucks, but in a way, being happy is hard to because being mentally ill is all you're used to? I feel like it's my home. It's cozy, it's safe, but it sucks at the same time. If I'm happy, it's not something I'm used to, and I'm also worried it might be ruined. Being broken seems so much better because it's me. It's my safe place. Which kinda sucks and is scary to think about, but I don't know anything else. This is what I'm used to