"Depression is hell. Depression is a constant cycle of tiredness that we cannot escape from. It is both the good mornings and bad. The comfy pair of socks we wear but the small rock in the shoe of discomfort and pain. It's in the smiles we receive and the fake ones we respond with. Hot showers that hide the tears and muffled pillows to hide the screams. It's clenching our fists to the point bloody crescent shapes appear to keep us grounded and bitten lips of iron taste to ensure we keep the people we love unworried. It's aching of our stiff muscles from piled stress and the warm bed unmade as our shelter. It's the weeks we go gorging on food like a bear before hibernation and then the weeks we fast like Buddist monks. It's both up and down while both our feet face opposite directions. It's toppling off a ladder and landing in a pile of brittle leaves. It's the air we breathe and it clings so tightly to us like a second skin. Our doubts are its secret weapon and our pain it's food that it consumes.
Depression is HELL.
HELL.
It's nothing and everything in between. It's both the day where we believe our nightmares end but night where they reappear chained to us. It's the days we don't get out of bed and the few days we do. The hair that's greasy and unkempt from lack of caring. It's the bottle of pills that make us act like robots to some. It's the shameful hug of comfort we receive from our parents and the lyrics of songs we thought we wrote ourselves to greet our fellow people. Depression is an illness that barely touches the surface, much like an iceberg that sank the Titanic. Depression is a battle often fought by people and so few have won. Depression is HELL and only those who've been sitting at its feet can claim they understand it."
SO I'M GOING ON BREAK UNTIL I FEEL HUMAN AGAIN.