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I just want you to know that you are loved and worth loving. Life will always get better and you'll always get stronger: your depression and anxiety are lying to you. Your self-worth is not determined by your productivity, and life is too short to believe that time enjoyed is time wasted.

You are enough. You are loved. Everything will be okay, I promise. Please don't stop fighting for your recovery, fighting for better days and a brighter future. You are worth the effort. Life is worth the effort.

I know you might be tired, and so deeply tired of Everything, but make a reason every day to stay alive. Wait until your shampoo and conditioner run out at the same time, wait until you see 10 red cars parked side by side in a parking lot with no one around, wait until tomorrow day after day, and then wait until tomorrow's tomorrow. A better tomorrow will come, and you'll be able to see it (because you deserve it, love).

Keep living to spite the crushing darkness, stay alive because fuck them, you deserve to live a life full of happiness and you can't do that if you're dead. You deserve to feel the petty satisfaction of seeing a tailgating asshole getting pulled over. You deserve to say I Told You So and be completely in the right. You deserve to ignore an asshole coworker and let the elevator doors shut in their face. You deserve to see a Karen get kicked out by a good manager. If you can't see hope (let alone live for it), hold on tight to that spiteful petty voice in your head that really just wants to watch some quality schadenfreude unfold. Hold on to what you can until you can find something that will hold you in return (or until you can let yourself be held in waiting arms). You can do it, you can find it, I promise.

You are worth loving and are dearly loved.