This came up on my Facebook On This Day today.
If I could talk to my teenage self, I would say,
“You’re not broken. You’re not ‘just lazy and feeling sorry for yourself.’ You’re a smart kid. This stuff isn’t your fault. It’s nobody’s fault. But it’s your responsibility. You have an illness. It’s called depression. It can be managed but you can’t do it on your own. You don’t have to.”