My Depression.
My depression does not last for a few weeks or a few months, it lasts for years.
Slowly but surely eating away at everything I am, my happiness, my compassion, my ability to wake up and want to get up out of bed.
It\'s like a never ending cycle of sleepless nights, barely eating and countless hours staring at my ceiling.
People may not be able to see my depression but I can, it\'s like a dark shadow standing over me every minute of every day, dedicated to making my life seem absolutely pointless.
I may laugh, smile and look happy but what I have realised is that no one cares to look close enough to see it\'s one big act.
So I simply say, \" I\'m fine\".