Oh, baby. It’s okay. You can always come to me.
I’ve been exactly where you are. It can be so hard, so over-whelming. I know. You’re problems are you own, so I can’t speak for exactly what you’re going through. But I can understand.
First, don’t ever hate yourself for feeling this way. I know it’s tempting. You feel like you should be stronger than those thoughts and that they somehow make you weak. They don’t. You’re still here which means you are strong. Trust me, you are.
Second, you’re worthy. You’re worthy of love and life. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that. I know for the longest time I felt like a failure at everything I did. If you feel that way, just know it isn’t true. I don’t know who you are, but I love you.
I got through my depression by clinging to the things that made me happy, even for the briefest moments. If that’s a TV show or movie or book or anything for you, don’t be ashamed. Don’t worry about seeming crazy or obsessive. You do whatever you need to get through. And it won’t be easy. I’m not going to say ‘Don’t worry, things will get better!’ I believe they will; it just may take awhile for that to happen. Don’t give up.
If you have people to talk to, go to them. I know it can be scary to open yourself up but do it. And you can always, always come back to me. I’ll be here for you, okay?