
It’s real, it doesn’t discriminate: whether you have all the money in the world or you’re broke, no matter your color. Unless you personally go through it, it’s hard to understand depression. It brings forth the hard truth that materialistic things don’t matter. Once upon a time, I thought and felt like I didn’t matter.
I think all women go through this stage. Excuse the language.
This is me five years ago, things have changed since.