It's been a long time since I posted on this. A LOT has changed. I'm going back through my old posts and I cringe. I really thought I had it all figured out, and I also hate the way I talked about mental health. The truth of the matter is that although making good choices can help mental health, sometimes it's impossible to make those good choices. My brain chemistry is not my fault, and it is also not yours. I want to apologize for my past words, because nothing about depression is easy. I will fight it my whole life, and there is no shame in that. I was arrogant because I was in a good place, but I know better now. Depression is a monster, and sometimes I don't have the strength to fight it.