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I made a meme
I would officially like to quit struggling and start snuggling™
+ depression in Black men
Please share, this might help someone
Any minor inconvenience in my life: happens
Me and my sensitive ass:
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Remember when you had energy to do things? Those were some wild times
one rational braincell: there can be more than one task done during the day
all other braincells: you know what, now it’s zero
The worst thing about having depression for so long is that you just know when it's getting bad again.
Like I can feel my attitude changing even though I thought I was recovering.
I wanted to be happier and I thought I was. But here I am again. Numb, lack of sleep, lack of care.
God this sucks.
I'm numb most of the time. I don't feel anything. Not sad, not happy, not angry.
I'm just going through life because what else is there to do?
But then there are days I just explode with feelings, mainly angry or sad ones.
I'll get super angry about random things or feel really sad about something that doesn't usually affect my mood.
Today is one of those days unfortunately.
I can't understand why people deal with me sometimes.
The silence of depression is deafening.
Whether it's from loneliness or pain.
It consumes your being.
Until you feel like you're nothing but your depression.
That's all I am though, aren't I?
I'm constantly reminded of my scars
Of my loneliness.
There's no way out of this. That's what it feels like anyway.
I'm just... So done.
With everything.
I can't breathe anymore.
My chest is so tight I feel as though I'll combust any second now.
I can't think straight.
This loneliness is killing me.
But I might beat the loneliness to it.
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