I thought I was strong enough not to come back here. I thought things were ok and that I would be ok. I broke up with the guy I love because all we could do was push each other away because of this stupid illness. So now I am alone again. And I want him to be so happy. I forgot about myself. I didn't think I would be back, but here I am. I needed to throw my thoughts into the universe. I do not need sympathy. I have depression. And I always will. It's time to hold my own hand.