It is possible to turn your life around, to have things come together, to have things work out for the better, or even the best. I won’t lie. Some of it’s luck, but most of it is fighting spirit. Luck means fuck all if you don’t have the guts to kick life in the ass and spit in its eye, then choke it until it gives you what you want.
That is the only, the best advice I could give anyone suffering from major depression.
This shit? It will be with you for life. Depression does not go away all the way. But really mean motherfuckers, true-hearted bitches, they can learn to fucking surf the lava flow. There is strength in it, more strength than those who never have to deal with the dark will ever, ever know. That’s the plus you get. That’s the upside. And it doesn’t seem like much right now, but trust me. It is one hell of an upside. I would not trade it for anything.
Never quit. And someday you will own it, and it won’t own you. No bullshit.
I don’t think I can really add anything to that. As usual, she has summed it up beautifully.