
Its 2 a.m, dark and cloudy.
I can feel the vibration of thunder rattling against my window.
I can see the the reflection of the lighting as it strikes the dark skies.
Laying in my bed in the dark listening to music trying to calm my mind.
I have so many thoughts in my head, it overwhelms me.
I ask myself…Am I a bad person for having a mental illness?
Am I a burden to my friends and family?
Do I deserve to be here?
My depression makes me feel like I’m worthless.
Having these thoughts frustrates me.
But I know deep down in my soul these thoughts are not true.
I have to keep reminding myself…I am stronger than my mental illness and it doesn’t define who I am.








