Oh my god. Did I ever, EVER say that? No. I definitely did not. There is nothing beautiful about depression itself.
It’s also extremely awkward because I struggle with depression myself, and it sure as hell is NOT beautiful.
I said that I think there is something beautiful in caring for, or loving, someone with depression, and being there for them even though it’s difficult. I NEVER once said that depression itself is beautiful.
It doesn’t fucking make you an intellectual or a great writer; I know that.
Don’t ever, EVER put words into my mouth, or assume that you know my beliefs.
You don’t.
Depression is something very personal to me, and I do not take it lightly.
You don’t know me, nor do you know my thoughts, opinions, or beliefs.
Okay?
So the next time you want to pretend you know me, think about the fact that you DON’T.