When was the last time you broke?

Tonight, after some less than smart decisions, I had an epiphany.

I have never been okay. I’ve never been fine. I’ve never been happy. I’ve never been content.

I’ve spent so long lying to myself.

‘You’re depressed

Because you’re not happy anymore.
Because you have no friends.
Because you have no family.
Because you lost this and that.

You’re depressed because you’ve lost everything you once had.’

But I never had any of that. I think it’s time to accept that. To realise my place.