[better-than-ecstasy]

Dear Depression,

You have been part of my life for four years now. Yes, there are some days I can look through my closet and a smile would best compliment my outfit, but it’s only forced. I’m almost never truly content with myself. No matter what I do, I always seem to find myself drowning in a puddle of my own tears. I know I’m not alone. I have you, but you’re constantly bringing me down. I’ve been crawling on my knees for far too long. It’s time that I stand up on my feet and keep my head held high.

I’m not sorry for telling you this. You can’t be a shadow holding my hand any longer. You’re a heavy weight on my chest. I’m just making it harder for myself to breathe. I don’t need you to walk me through the dark anymore. My eyes are beginning to open. There is so much beauty in this world and I need to welcome all of it into my life.

You just make everything worse for me. You’re a horrible friend. I don’t deserve this. This isn’t giving up, this is letting go. I’m done seeking the worst in every situation. I will only find myself in an early grave. Go on and continue your journey alone. I won’t follow. I’ve made the most of all this sorrow. Now I’m through.
I’m letting go of you.

You’re not going to take the best of me. I’m going to shine bright and let my dreams soar. I can get along so much better without you. Goodbye forever.

Don’t you dare come back and chase me down. I have a beautiful life to live and you’re not included in the picture. I’m finally free. It’s time for my life to begin.

Rest in peace,
Rachel