Depression is an anvil strung to each of my limbs, my brain, my soul. Its weight is so heavy that at times I feel as though...
Self-harm became a daily routine for me. Nothing else mattered except the sense of escaping from everyday life. Escaping from feeling so numb and hopeless.
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