I grew up feeling this way. Still feel this way many days, but my depression cannot keep me down. I fight every. I wish for things to be easy, to be strong, and sometimes it's impossible. Sometimes I just can't.
it hurts to let go, but sometimes it hurts more to hold on. letting go is hard and it hurts, but sometimes its for the best. if you hold on to something, it would turn out bad and ruin your future or friendship.