Mental illness is like being stuck in a room with no doors. You keep banging hoping someday, someone will help you out. But one day, you just stop banging, this is when your mental illness wins over you. Because if you’re not trying to get out, you never will. So stop losing hope and keep banging. Beat that monster down.
Depression is like slowly becoming blind; each day seems darker than the other.

You are not regular. You are how you react to happiness, to tragedy, to failure. You are your favourite song, your favourite movie, your favourite quote. You are what you can relate to. You are the tears that roll out of your eyes when you fail. You are the blissfulness you feel when you know you’ve succeeded. You’re not pretty or cute, you’re the thud with which the ocean waves strike the shore. You’re phenomenal.

Don’t be so harsh on yourself, it’s okay to take a break. Everyone has their day offs. If you’re feeling down, treat yourself to a cup of coffee and some pancakes. If you’re feeling lonely, take yourself to the movies. If you’ve trapped all your sadness and anger inside yourself, let it go. Cry if you need to, cry a sea of tears, because believe me when you’re done crying and you’ve let every drop of tear out, you’ll feel better than ever.

I won’t lie to you and tell you that you’re perfect, you’re not. None of us are. We all have our glitches and flaws. But what I will tell you is that someday you’ll be all that someone wishes for. Someday you’ll fill in the emptiness in someone’s life, and they’ll fill it in yours. What I will tell you is that you don’t have to be good at sports or art or school to be worth something. Because survival itself is a talent. What I will tell you is that you are eccentric.

And no combination of twenty six letters can ever define who you are. You are not regular.

When my best friend told me

About the time you kissed the girl at that party I couldn’t go to

My heart shrinked from the size of an avocado

To the size of the pit inside it

But I chose to forgive you

For you were intoxicated

And your vision was blurry

At least she dropped you home safely.

A week later when I snuck into your apartment

Hoping to surprise you on our eight month anniversary

She was there, planting kisses on you

With your hands tracing the back of her spine

My heart was now like a rotten avocado seed.

I cut you out of my life, even though

It was killing me inside

Because I knew the next time I looked

At the sun gleaming on your face

I’d picture your lips over hers.

Back then, it was me tearing apart

My skin aching for your touch

But now it’s four months later,

And my best friend just told me you’ve been

Wondering all over town, hoping to bump into me

Begging people for my new number, hoping things can go back again

But this time I won’t forgive

For now it’s you who needs me, not I needing you.