I am depressed now, I need one of those long hugs where you kinda forget whatever else is happening around you for a minute.
Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden. It is easier to say, “My tooth is aching” than to say “My heart is broken”.
I am bent, but not broken. Scared, but not disfigured. Sad, but not hopeless. Tired, but not powerless. Angry, but not bitter. Depressed, but not going to give up.
Having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. It’s the fear of failure, but no urge to be productive. Same as wanting friends, but hate socializing. It’s wanting to be alone, but not wanting to be lonely. It’s feeling everything at once then feeling paralyzingly numb.
Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.
Whenever I have a good few months and I think I’ve gotten over the worst on my depression, it silently returns. This isn’t a battle I asked to fight. I’m tired of knowing it’s always coming back.
I wanted to write down exactly what I felt when I am depressed, but somehow the paper stayed empty and I could not have described it any better.
What people never understand is that depression isn’t about the outside; it’s about the inside.