It is hidden behind those cheerful laughs, sweet smile and gorgeous eyes. It doesn’t anymore look like it’s written all over a person’s face. It is now called smiling depression.
Depression is the ghost that follows me around in a cloud-like haze.
nothing good is ever going to happen to you again
I hope that this letter finds you in a better place than where I am right now. Fingers crossed, just as you’ve grown wiser and stronger, you have also become kinder. Nevertheless, if fate still hasn’t favored you after all these years and the waters are still rough, just hang in there.
I convince myself that it could be worse, that I haven’t hit rock bottom yet, that I’m not even close.
Whenever my depression hits, I feel like I’ve let my loved ones down. I feel like I’m making them feel bad.
I know the consequences. If I don’t go to class, I could fail the course. If I don’t brush my teeth, I could get a cavity. If I don’t text my friend back, I could lose them forever. But what does it matter? Right now, it doesn’t seem to matter at all.
Yes, it is okay to feel blue without a reason. Even when everything is going okay — you sent in your assignment on time, your parents love you, your boyfriend or girlfriend gets you, you are the luckiest person alive — even then it is okay to feel sad.
Life begins when you put down the blade. Life begins when you cry, and scream, and cry some more, until you have nothing left and then you pick yourself up off the floor.
It’s the isolation of confiding your feelings to someone you trust and being met with “Well, can’t you just try harder to feel better?”