This piece has a deeper meaning for me personally, as someone who suffered from debilitating depression for so long, “treatment” meant having my hope taken away time and time again, as I was told my life would be about coping, not being cured. Coping is just a fucking pretty word for suffering. My life began to unfold in unimaginable ways when I finally stopped listening to the the voices that kept me imprisoned by false limitations. I was finally able to define my own fate and find my way into those brighter days- Brighter days that I was told were just a delusion of a broken mind. Never let anyone take away your Hope. The brighter days are out there, my friends.