I don’t regret my tattoo — but I got it covered anyways.

TLDR: people are nosy.

Photo by Maria Oswalt on Unsplash

When I was 17, I was convinced I would not want to forget what it felt like to have depression. I did not want to forget the feeling of nothing, and the feeling of wanting to be dead. I wanted to feel nothing. I wanted to not exist. Even more, I wanted to be aware of not existing, as if that’s even possible. But that was how much…