Depression & Anxiety

I was born into the world like everyone else. My Mother smiled and cried as she held me. I was a perfect little human. Full of promise and dreams. Much like you. Everyone was blissfully unaware of who I would become and the things I would feel. Things that words can't explain and imagination can't fathom. But I can't blame them. How were they to know that their precious baby girl would grow to doubt herself? Doubt her exsistance. Her importance. Her worth.