“Playing with kittens makes you instantly forget about loneliness.”
Depression will consume you. It will imprison you in your own body. It will keep you from eating, sleeping, and feeling.
And I know social media is simply the glamorized versions of people’s lives. I know it’s not real.
It sucks that you can open your whole heart up to someone and then have them throw your trust right back in your face. It sucks that love doesn’t always last, no matter how strongly you felt it at first.
I am done apologizing for my anxiety and depression — they are part of me. And because of them I have been forced to be okay with me, myself, and I. Alone in this mad world of unexpected panic and feeling as if I’m literally going to die, or finding a dark room more pleasant than the sun.
Look in the mirror and see someone who is fighting a small war, but still getting out of bed every day and not giving up.
The people who seem happy, are, sometimes, the saddest of all.
You love her because you love her depression too. You accept her sadness even though she doesn’t.
It’s easy to claim that we are depressed; in fact, many people still mistake their sadness for depression. However, nobody wants to broadcast that he or she is mentally ill, to put the word out there for the world to hear. It’s not so hard to see why.
“Why the hell does all of this matter anyways? We all die.”