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I have this weird relationship with depression. Two years ago I thought I beat it. And to some degree that is true - no more suicidal thoughts.
That's a win, right?
I also stopped caring so much. That led to less anxiety, and things just got... better (or maybe more bearable).
But now I feel that I can't stop the process. I care less and less every single day.
I had this immense pain, and now all I have left is emptiness.
I thought I'd never say it but sometimes "i want my tears back".