A typical depressed girl\\\'s thoughts...

I'm sitting in the dark crying,

wishing that I didn't feel,

because if I didn't feel then I couldn't get hurt.

But I do, and I have.

I am human.

 

The pitch blackness, it's sometimes a warm, surrounding duvet; at other times it's an endless, empty void, neither protective nor encouraging. 

How is that possible? For this one thing, the dark, to be both an encompassing comfort and yet a cold and unwelcoming chasm?

 

Perhaps this is what it is to feel?

To experience that solace of your feelings being accepted and maybe also returned: an ease or even a happiness spreads over you and cuddles you like a soft blanket.

At the same time, the very act of expressing your feelings can be terrifying; an unknown risk that you can't always run away from.

You're trapped in a seemingly inescapable limbo and you can only hope that one day you will be able to pull yourself out.

 

No matter how long it takes or how hard it is, you have to keep going.

If you stop trying that only leaves the third kind of darkness: the eternal night.

 

Is this what it means to feel?