Depression is a monster. It is awful and enough never seems to be enough with it. I understand, I've been in therapy for 7 years and been on 8 different antidepressants, but there are days where I still think I'm about to fall off a cliff, days I still get panic attacks, days I still sob into my pillow because isn't it time already that this ridiculous disorder stop tormenting me??

So many days I have to remind myself that healing is not a destination, it's a journey. And I am not anywhere near in the kind of pit I was in just a few years ago. But you do not need to expect perfection from yourself. It's ok to not be ok sometimes.

You are not alone, my friend.