IK I MISSED ANOTHER DAY!

THURSDAY:
When I take pictures,I check it to make sure I like it. And I usually do. Until I noticed the fat on my stomach poking out, so then I took another one. I soon realized how fucked that was. 
I realized it's okay to have squish, it's normal to have squish. 
Squish protects my vital organs and my bones. 
Squish helps me run.
Squish helps me power lift.
Squish helps me scramble, hike, jump and climb. 
It keeps me warm and protects me. 
With my squish, I can strut, I can fit into clothes which make me feel good, pretty, sexy even. 
With my squish I'm 17 and looking that age. With my squish, people don't assume I'm 10. 
My squish let's me drink, party, experiment with drugs and learn, both academic and life skills. 
My squish helps me LIVE. And that is why I love my squish. That is why I love recovery.
Recover. Heal. Flourish and learn to love yourself and others.

TODAY:

• Let's get one thing straight, life is hard. Everyone experiences sadness, but not everyone experiences depression.
  Depression is not an adjective or an emotion, it's a debilitating disorder.
  Depression is different. Depression is the all consuming numbing darkness which chews you up but never spits you out so you just desolve through the cracks it leaves in your dimming personality.
  Depression takes your life away. Depression takes your enjoyment, your friends, your education and job.
  When you look in the mirror you don't recognize yourself, you loose yourself. You loose all sight of hope, brightness and a future.
  Depression is the silent crying, silent screaming. You need help, and you know it's not just sadness but you don't know quite what it is.
  Sadness is not my mental illness, depression is.
  Depression is not how you feel because your mum won't buy you a Costa. Depression is depression, and nothing less.