There's hope for all of us

Oh.

There will be days when it's better. Days you can handle, you'll be able to set your mind to your task and follow if through, days that are soft as and pleasant a sea breeze, days you'll look into that mirror and not mind your perfect imperfections. I hope you all have days like this. Where the heart and mind are not so heavy from depressions terribly weighty lull.

I just wish there was someone to notice how far I’ve come. It’s hard to see it for myself. I tear myself apart thinking so little of who I am. In hindsight and on rare days I can see I’ve made it somewhere but will it ever be good enough?

Same here. Not that my family remarked discretely, but because all of a sudden I started humming, singing (or whatever I do, close enough), and making silly jokes and comments... just a lighter attitude towards life, I think.