A Love Letter to My Beautiful, Depressed Self

A person sits on a bed while holding a coffee cup that reads “dear life, it’s beautiful here.”
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Hey, love.

Listen. Sometimes depression is just a thing you have. Sometimes it ain’t going anywhere.

You can do all the work and troubleshooting, putting in effort and doing what you should with nutrition, exercise, sleep habits, gratitude, mindfulness, therapy, medication, and so on, and still… you know, have depression. Still have a depressive day, week…



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Michael Guevarra

Bay Area writer, sociologist, and feral poet // editor of The Anticapital