I don't know how to explain what to expect from my stories. I see beauty in appreciation; appreciating who I am and what the world around me is like. I hope you'll see what I write as uplifting - even if at first it seems bleak.
I can't remember a time I wasn't depressed. I remember a time before I knew what that meant and just knowing I was different from other people, but this feeling of isolation has never gone away. This doesn't mean that I've never been happy or that I don't have moments that make me forget my depression, but it's always there.