I took this picture of myself at the end of a day I spent in bed, scared and crying, feeling alone and hopeless and completely desperate.
This is the face of my mental illness. This is the face of my sadness when it is at its most inexplicable and its most pronounced.
I am not ashamed of it.
we all have bad days, you’ll never be alone in that. just find a way to reach out. it can be the hardest thing to do, but most likely your friend will know exactly what you’re talking about.