Getting out of the bed is a real struggle as I sit there staring at the ceiling, but I have to get out of the bed, I have to show to everyone that I’m fine.
Depression wears many different faces. It is unique to every person. Some days are lighter, others heavier, but nevertheless, it’s always there.
When someone asks how I am, my gut instinct is to pretend that everything is okay.
You wouldn’t know how many people think you are faking being depressed. They just think you’re sad and can get over it at the drop of a dime.
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.