Anxiety is finding yourself in a room with 9 doors that lead to horror. One door leads to freedom. All the doors are unmarked.
Depression is every dream taunting you, a Hall of Fame for your failures which you perceive, and a window to paradise from the prison cell of hell.
Anxiety and Depression visit some souls and they take up residency in others. They are torturous entities. Yet self-harm will never relieve the agony.
There are people who need you and there are the wise who desire you. To give up your life would be to dig a hole in the hearts of your loved ones which will never heal. So don't pray for the Grim Reaper's arrival and don't believe Suicide's lies if he ever arrives to sing his lullabies.
Take heart in knowing that you are not alone in your fight.
I'm awaiting the day when...
Mental illness sufferers aren't shamed for their afflictions.
People of color aren't cast underneath due to darker hues.
People of non-European ethnicities are no longer evicted from decency.
Minorities paint their White siblings with authentic intricacies instead of comforting broad strokes.
People with skeletons in their closets stop damning anyone who isn't heterosexual.
Women are no longer treated as inferior by those whose vulnerability hangs from down under.