You will spend days emptying oceans you didn’t’ know you had in you. You will spend hours in voids so deep, they put Marianas Trench to shame.

Every time I try to find the source, I only find myself.

I wish I didn’t have to hide my truth, my pain, my journey, my story, my life.

I want people to stop asking why there’s a depression there. What caused it? Sometimes it’s nothing. Sometimes it’s just something that shows up just to remind me that it never fully disappeared.

What if I told you that a lot of people have these feelings? That, in fact, they can be a symptom?

One of the worst things about having depression is the feeling you get when you realize that life is passing you by, and you’re powerless to stop it.

My depression is not stemming from trauma. It doesn’t have a specific trigger. It just is.

I haven’t been myself lately.

I quit this defective brain, it’s broken. I want a new one.

You had been eager to go out, to see your family and friends, but now, you feel numb, completely unfeeling.