the worst part about depression that’s on again off again is that you can never tell if you’re making progress and actually feeling better or if you just had a couple of good days and the second something goes wrong you’ll be right back where you started.
I suppose I could’ve spend the next 500 years running, but for what? My daughter was dying. Stefan would have never love me. I was back to having nothing.
R.I.P. Katerina Petrova