Living with breast cancer in my twenties

I felt compelled to write a post today after realising something. The last few weeks have been a struggle for me, and I know for many others too. I’ve been very up and down and found it hard to get out of bed in the mornings. Now, you can say, “Well its winter and the weather is horrible right now, you’ll feel better come spring.” Even on the sunny calmer days I’ve still not wanted to leave the house. After weeks of thinking, well I’m not busy enough at the moment, I’ve finally got the trip blues, I’m not where I want to be etc, I realised it’s not just these things making me feel low as I know I’ve been happy before even when things aren’t exactly how I want them to be. I realised that I must be in a mild depression at the moment. I’ve been battling depression most of my life. It felt great to stop feeling depressed about two years, but it didn’t mean my life was sorted. I was still not exactly where I wanted to be, with who I wanted to be with and doing exactly what I wanted to b