My Battle with depression

crystalgreen223

With my battle with depression it has taught me several things,

it has taught me that your mind is distorted and imbalanced.

With my battle with depression it has taught me,

not everything is as it seems for instance, a smiling man can be a hurting man. 

You cannot simply look at a person and know exactly how they are feeling

you cannot safely assume one thing just by looking. 

Only you know what is going on inside of your head and sometimes you do not even know that. 

Day after day looking for release until one day you just quit. 

You just quit with nothing to look forward to but that relief,

the day you can safely say you are free. 

  • Author: Crystal Green (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2022 20:56
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 11
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Comments4

  • Ok Waleed

    Nice

  • Crowns4Christ

    I know exactly what you mean,it feels as if you are completely alone and you have no where to turn for help.
    Nobody can understand how you're feeling unless they experience depression themselves.what really helps m through it is God,if you put your trust into God and lay your troubles at His feet,he will help you.it has almost been completely healed my friend

  • L. B. Mek

    relatable and inspirational words for those who choose to fight their way out, even
    if 'fighting' resembles acceptance of realisation
    that 'normalcy' is as much, 'an ideal'
    as our certainty's in life....
    keep fighting, thanks for sharing

  • ProfessionalPaperDigester

    That feeling of being empty space and wasted skin has haunted me for years, and I never considered it depression because I was mostly a happy person. Now. its not just being sad for me, but being sad very fast after overthinking something. Depression or not, you don't need illness to feel like a piece of shit. Keep fighting my friend, because it's worse when your guard is down.



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