i remember it when i was young. sometimes i feel like i act childish to try to go back to that

I don’t remember it either

Nope, no idea what being "normal" feels like. My dad was suicidal from the day I was born, so I was immersed in it my whole life it's all I've known.

some days it's hard to remember times when i was happy because depression tended to blend my days together into one muddy mess. other days it feels like it's all i can think about since i want to go back. it can be challenging

not since before middle school and it’s hard to connect with that time. my memory is super fuzzy too but i know i was a happy child

Sometimes, from when I was really little. All that love and freedom.