For me.
That’s right, this story is dedicated to me. I’ve spent too long suffering through a strange, depressive state where I disconnect yet function just enough to get the bare minimum done, even though I don’t want to, where I put on an okay front but actually feel like a failure at almost every turn, or feel nothing at all, and somehow fear everything, where I’ve lost so much faith in myself and think the world would be better off without me that it’s downright scary. But if I truly want to take care of the people most important to me, then I need to learn to care about myself. Heck, I have to downright love myself.
So, yeah, this one’s just for me.
Don’t ever forget you matter. You’re important. It’s true.
Love yourself, too.