mental health

A complicated relationship with New Years Eve.

It's hard for me to understand, because I am ridiculously, weepily, happy about how much life I'm living now. As I've explained before, depression has given me a heightened sense of gratitude for any good things that happen to me. New Years seems like a logical time to celebrate my good fortune, but the day is blemished by melancholy. I think I am scarred.

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