I grew up feeling this way. Still feel this way many days, but my depression cannot keep me down. I fight every. I wish for things to be easy, to be strong, and sometimes it's impossible. Sometimes I just can't.
A poem about grief. Very powerful. And very true. I need to remember this so that I can be a better friend to others experiencing grief, and so that I may understand my own if I should feel it. And I hope other people will also understand this.