There isn’t much that is important for you to know about me. I’m in my twenties and I suffer from severe depression and anxiety. I know what it feels like to feel hopeless, empty, lost, the list goes on. I’ve had the suicidal thoughts, the highs and the lows. I’ve sat there as unknowing people complained about those with mental illnesses. How those who suffer are weak, needy and/or attention seeking. But those people don’t understand that the ones who wake up everyday and have to fight with their monsters, they’re the strongest people out there.