I think I’m in an abusive relationship with my depression.
I know it’s bad for me.
I know I can do better.
I know I need to leave it.
I know it’s going to kill me one day.
But once I fall back into it’s arms, I stay.
It’s comfortable.
It’s familiar.
I’m used to it.
And maybe this time, things will be different.
rileydent 
Isn’t it odd how this is our default? How being healthy and normal is so out of our comfort zones? I think this happens when you’re raised in chaos.
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