I have severe depression for years. I created goals to keep myself alive. The end of the Harry Potter series was one. Graduating high school was one. Becoming a Jezebel commentator was one.

I got medicated before college. Then came the side effects and the chronic illness created by my first antidepressant.

I had the pills out for an overdose but chose not to take them. I have a few minor scars from self-harm, periodic dermatillomania brown spots, and sores.

I am proud of some of what I have done and parts of who I am currently. I wish depression has not been part of my journey.

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