I know the art is bad, but I tried to draw a flower and each petal is something you lose in the face of depression, ending with the desire to be kind. I want to elaborate on the one since that's what hurt me the most. Picture a five year old girl, growing up, known for her kindness. She is proud and knows that kindness is what matters. Picture that same girl a teenager, struggling with depression and self harm and realizing she's mean. She isn't nice. She feels like she isn't beautiful on the outside OR inside anymore and that's how she knows she is broken.
