Simple and Clean

by Chaotic Reflections

On the surface, one would wonder how such opposites could work so well together. After all, Sally was the beautiful, brilliant princess, destined to fall in love with a prince charming or hero. Shadow was the Ultimate Lifeform, rough around the edges with crimson eyes glowing death and danger. They seemed like two jagged puzzle pieces that shouldn't fit, and yet, they did.

54. Depressed

54. Depressed

Do you ever have those moments when you wake up, and you're already itching to go back to sleep, even though the day's barely even started? Or, how no matter how hard you try to be positive and look on the bright side, you can never find that light at the end of the tunnel, the rainbow after the storm? And it's like, what a sad life to live, to walk around with such a heavy, dreadful feeling in your chest, how you have to fake a smile and pretend you're okay because you don't want to be a burden or because you don't want to be a killjoy because you're always so sad and miserable and you can't figure out why.

Why are you so immensely sad all of the time? Why can't you be normal and have normal emotional responses and reactions to such trivial situations that wouldn't bother the average person, but because your brain is literally wired differently, everything seems to get under your skin and overwhelm you and threaten to drown you and choke the very breath out of you until your floating aimlessly in a sea of misery, lifeless body floating on the surface.

And you wanna be vulnerable and ask for help, but what if they don't believe you? What if they think you're lying or that it's your fault even though it's not and you can't help that you're different and see life a little differently than everyone else, that your emotions are more extreme than everyone else's, that you can't help that some days you'll feel on top of the world and like nothing can stop you and the next second you come crashing down back to Earth, bruised, distraught, lonely and mortal once more.

But nobody cares until it's too late, until the dead body of a loved one is found, and, if they're lucky, you'll have left a not or two and why you did what you did in hopes that they'll understand that depression is one hell of a disease.