I’ll be honest with you. It’s not pretty. There are going to be times when you’ll just start crying without knowing why. Your parents might be confused or even sad because they can’t understand the things that you’re feeling and it will break your heart and theirs. Teachers will be mad at you for not going to class or forgetting to do your homework again and they’ll yell at you in the hallway and you’ll just stand there and take it, hating yourself for not being able to do better. There are going to be days that you’ll just want to quit, to not get better, because the darkness that surrounds you is so familiar. You tell yourself that you know the demons so well, you’re so acquainted with the night, that the light would seem unnatural. But you’ll keep going. You’ll be okay.
— an excerpt from a book I’ll never write #258