I have everything I wanted. Why can't I get better?
I have everything I wanted–everything I cried myself to sleep wishing could come true–the home, the man, the job–so why am I so deeply depressed?
Why do I feel like I am living in a storm within a world that has no sun? Why does getting out of bed still hurt in places I didn't even know I had inside of me? Why is my brain programmed to look at the bad and the ugly, the absent and the missed?
Why can't I get better?