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Me: *reaches out on a limb and trusts someone*
Person: So what is it like having depression? I'm here for you.
Me: I DIDN’T ASK TO FEEL LIKE EVERY NEGATIVE EMOTION IN THE UNIVERSE IS EXPLODING IN MY BRAIN. IN FACT, ASK MY BRAIN ABOUT IT, BECAUSE IT WAS MY BRAIN’S IDEA TO COOK UP ALL OF THIS TO FORCEFEED TO ME. EXCEPT IT’S A DRUG THAT I’M ADDICTED TO AND NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO GET OFF OF.
Me: sorry for yelling...wait...don't go...i don't hate you...
Me: nevermind they're gone
Someone asked me to describe what goes through my brain while Im feeling down... this is what i wrote :S I dunno ._.
The ghostly look in my eyes filled with memories of lonesome, cold nights and hopelessness isn’t enough. Invisible tears filled with the fears that I've come to realise are heavy and yet still have the strength to crush me beneath the weight of my insecurities. Helpless and empty, a fire burns full of hatred, “HOW CAN NO ONE SEE THAT I AM BROKEN” I ask from behind the mask I feel I have to wear so that people won’t judge me... There is no one to blame for the despair that runs through my brain. It is I who is lost in a self loathing pit of weakness and fragility, Caged and enslaved let out only to relive memories of a better time... that doesn't seem as bright as it once did.
