Like being at a party you didn't wanna goto and you can't leave because you didn't drive your own car.
So you decide to sit in the corner just hoping nobody talks to you. And that one person you hate most comes up and decides to be all buddy-buddy.
Thats depression.
It is trying its hardest to be my best companion at this party that I had no business going to.
I'd rather be at home instead.
Im tired...
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I'm a survivor of depression too. I say survivor because every day I wake up and carry on is another day I win.
Sending healing hugs your way
Thank you
crazy part
is reading this very some words, to yourself
a few months, later
sitting in the middle of those celebrating Life
while, once again
you're left feeling
like an alien
only, you're still on your planet of birth;
and no, it doesn't get better
when you get keys
to your own car
and you feel like, at least now
you can leave, when you have a change of mind
because, my dear
its not the place or space or the people around you
that needs to change,
rather, its the you
in the reflection of the mirror
that needs
to be re-assessed, by Yourself;
because: 'Your self-betraying
feelings, of inadequacy'
is what's poisoning, everything you touch
in life;
and until, you find help
to fix that
nothing will change
but the Time and Place...
(as a stranger, all I can do
is wish you, the very Best!)
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