Reading my old journal and reflecting about how, a year ago today, I was going through one of the most rough depressive episodes I’ve experienced to date...My sleep schedule became super erratic and I couldn’t muster up the energy to do any of the things I loved.

I’d have frequent panic attacks and push all of the people I loved away. My depression/anxiety consumed me to the point where I felt hopeless...The best way I can describe it is as if my depression washed over me like a current, pushing and pulling until I stopped fighting back.

Thankfully, the current eventually gave way and I came up for air. I’m doing much better now and my bad days are few and far between but I will never forget that feeling. That longing to reach out for help and the fear that accompanies it, stopping you from doing so.

There’s so much to say about depression and anxiety that a tweet could never give justice to. But at the end of the day, my mental health is apart of me. It’s messy and, at times, can even feel shameful...but reaching out for support has changed my life. Probably even saved it.

Above all, I want everyone that follows me to know that I’m here for you. For the good and the bad. The uncomfortable and the ugly. Never feel afraid to reach out. Our voices are and always will be our biggest strength.

Just wanted to conclude this thread by dropping some hotlines below:

Suicide Prevention Lifeline: +18002738255
The Trevor Project (LGBTQ+): 1-866-488-7386

Please feel free to reply with more resources/hotlines