DEPRESSION
I want to be happy, I really do
No matter how hard I try
I can't seem to bring myself to that state
It's suffocating
It’s embarrassing
And I feel ashamed
Why do I have to feel this way?
On the surface, everything seems fine
I have a great family, amazing friends, and good academic results
But
All I see is sadness and despair
It feels like a heavy burden
Constantly pulling me down
No matter how much effort I put in
I can't lift myself up or care about anything
Living has become a never-ending nightmare
This is not who I am
Society suggests that I try yoga, go for walks, or listen to meditation
I know deep down that these things won't solve my problem
It can’t be fixed with exercise or medication
It's a disease
A disease that is affecting every aspect of my life
My work
My relationships
My education
Every morning I wake up feeling absolutely empty
I'm afraid of the world, afraid of being judged for something I couldn't control
Where is the fairness in all of this?
About the Creator
Ricca
Writing about love,sadness, life,death,music,solitude, mental health,depression and everything else in between.Simply the reality of life.
Comments (1)
I know those feelings. I’m going through depression myself. Only writing keeps me going. When I’m writing I don’t think in depression anymore as long I’m writing.