I'm wavering between thinking I see the world as it really is and understanding that depression can really screw with your perspective. I just feel so muddled up about what is real (if you can even confirm that). I'm just so tired of not knowing. Feels like I'm torturing myself with the back and forth and the hopelessness.
For background, I've been depressed for a long long time and made my first suicide attempt as a teenager so I feel like maybe I've grown up with distorted patterns that hang around even when times are better.