I'm going to be honest.
This described me perfectly. At least, from when I was deep in depression a few months ago. No, I never actually did self-harm, but I suppose I was harming myself mentally.
Because when someone is in severe depression, hope doesn't really exist. You're in this black hole, and in my experience, you believe that no one cares. I even started hiding it (especially from those outside of my home such as youth group), which was something that did not help me a bit. It just made it worse.
I really don't have much to say other than that this really impacted me and reminded me how I was in the past. No, I have not fully escaped from the claws of depression. It comes back so often, telling me so many awful things... but I'm not going to let Satan's lies work on me any longer because God is on my side and helping me through it.
Yes, it is very dark. Yes, it would be harder to read for bookworms who are more into happy reads or those who have lead mostly carefree lives. But seriously? This is a worthwhile read and can maybe help those who have never experienced depression understand it, and maybe they can help those who are trapped in it. Because it would've been helpful for me if someone actually took me (and my situations) more seriously than they did, and didn't make me feel I had to put on a fake smile/happy act.
Content Warning: the character cuts herself with a razor, but it's not overly descriptive.