You’re in my head. You’re in my dreams. You’re in my daydreams. You’ve infected me.
You’re under my skin. You don’t even know.
I don’t often wish for things, even on birthdays. But tonight I find myself wishing I had a healthier mind and body. What a struggle it is to feel the symptoms of depression, to be enveloped by the sadness and dark thoughts and self loathing and constant anxiety…only to also have…