You’re doing everything you possibly can to shake this unwelcomed feeling, that has made a home inside you.
You can’t leave your house, yet you can’t sit still, either. Every action of the day is an immense battle of will.
Depression never leaves you alone. Every morning, he awakens before you do. You wake up to him sitting on your chest, a large black creature, staring you in the face with eyes that never blink.
When you have depression, all you want is to feel normal. People aren’t faking or doing it for attention or any other ridiculous reason you might think.
Depression is being the happiest saddest person, people know but there’s a bit of beauty to someone who knows both emotions at such an extreme level.
Most importantly, it is unacceptable to think you don’t matter. Of course, you do. I know you matter because I’m learning that I matter too.
Time. And if there’s ever going to be enough of it.
Try telling me I am not my disease on a day I’d walk through fire just to feel anything, or on a day I imagine what it would be like to sit at the bottom of the ocean and be drowned in its silence.
But the pain all of a sudden wasn’t so stiffening anymore, it started flowing, gushing with blood in my body.
People who suffer from loneliness are not lonely because they don’t know enough people. Some of the most well-known, popular people around are lonely. The fix isn’t more people. It’s people who care.