I hate how depression makes you hate yourself

I hate how depression makes you not want to do anything

You lay there entering the void, mind making inventory of all the things you should be doing

And yet your body refuses to do any of those

It makes you recollect on all the previous moments when you were in a better place

Wondering what happened and when you’ll get back to “normal”

Whatever that even means.

“You won’t know it fits without trying it on”

You Know

As women we’re supposed to feel the most threatened on a day to day basis, on paper.

But I don’t know any women who are pro gun enthusiast as men.

We walk down our alleys and parking garages on a wing and a prayer with our pepper spray just fine.

And yet, it’s the men that want these rifles under their pillow and in their glove compartments.

Which further proves the theory that women again are stronger than ‘they’ want us to believe