Sometimes you are so low that you don’t know how to pick yourself up.
All you want to do is crawl in a corner and die.
Most days are like that for my son.
Carrying the weight of depression on my back, a heavy obstacle to overcome. Looking for a place to set it down and clamber over, but I can’t find the right spot. I don’t know what to do. How will I move past this?–Matthew’s journals
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