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“I can’t begin to explain how it feels to fall back into that black hole that all consuming darkness you thought was finally gone. I can’t begin to explain how sad I feel how empty I feel. To wake up crying every morning. To try and hold back tears so you don’t worry others. You just become angry and silent, and push away the ones you love and care for most. You know it’s not them. It’s you, and they keep asking what’s wrong or try to help. But you feel like anything they try and do won’t help. And it’s not easy to open up about how you’re feeling. So it gets worse and worse. To the point you feel so empty and so hollow. To the point you don’t even want to fold the laundry, you don’t even want to do anything that involves a lot of work or attention. So you just lay there and stare, and feel that all consuming nothingness. You can’t even bother to eat. And you’re ready to just jump out that window, or down that bottle of pills. And it’s sad when someone tells you that you sound like you’re gonna cry, or you’re withering away. What can you say? Because they’re not wrong. And when they ask what’s wrong? I want to tell them, “ I’m sad. No not sad. I’m depressed, I’m ready to take all the pills I can find. I’m ready to jump off the highest building, anything to stop from feeling everything but nothing at the same time, anything to keep the tears from falling.” But what comes out is “ I’m fine” “nothing’s wrong” and no matter how much they insist something’s wrong you argue that you’re fine. And when they hang up, when they leave. You just curl up in a ball and cry. You don’t want to burden others. And I can’t begin to explain to you how sad that is. To feel this way. And if you do feel that way. Than I’m sorry and I hope things get better for you, I really do.”

“I wanted to be okay, but what is okay? When all I’ve ever known is the feeling of feeling nothing. When I’m with friends or family and all I can do is stare with a blank expression because all I feel is numb. When I’m sitting in my room at 2am or 2pm and all I can do is cry or stare at the ceiling feeling nothing or an all consuming pain it’s almost unbearable. When I have things you’d think would make me happy don’t bring me any joy. When all you can think of is different ways to just end it. Maybe I should just fucking end it.”

“I used to believe that you couldn’t possibly just be in love with one person. I believed feelings changed. I believed that if you tried to move on those feelings would subside too. Then I met someone, and even months after we broke up I was still madly in love. I couldn’t bring myself to stop caring or loving this person. No matter how hard I tried. I’d catch myself daydreaming about the times we spent together, the way they smiled, and oh that laugh. The way they made me feel like I had something to live for, that being alive wasn’t as bad as I once thought. I’d catch myself comparing things to them. The way someone would say a word, or that one song that made me think of them. Or when you’d try to talk to a friend the way you talked to them but you realized they wouldn’t get it like they did. I never believed you could love one person so much and be so madly in love with someone until I met them. Now I can’t picture my life without them. I can’t remember any of my past lovers for they have exceeded them all. I have never been truly in love so madly and deeply until now. And if you’ve ever felt this never let them go. Because I promise you won’t feel this way twice. It’s been months but I still love and miss you like it was just yesterday. ”

““Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to have never been depressed at all.Because I’ve never known what it’s like to just walk down the street without wanting to jump into the middle of traffic. I have yet to know what it’s like to say “I’m okay” and really mean it. I wonder what it’s like to feel that you’re enough. Because all I ever feel is how I’ll never be enough. What is it to even be enough?. I can’t tell if I’ve just become so numb to everything or I feel so much that I couldn’t really tell you what I’m feeling. What do they mean when they say it’s just a phase? Cause I’ve felt like this for years and I can’t say it gets any better. I can’t say that I’ve ever fully recovered. I relapse. Every damn year. No matter how good I think I’m getting it always comes back. No matter how many prescriptions I’ve been written. No matter how many times I’ve been to therapy. It’s always there. Doesn’t matter what time. What day. What month. I’ve come to a point where I don’t expect people to stay anymore. Because who really wants to deal with someone who’s mentally sick?. I’ve heard it all. “ I’ll always be here for you” you’re not alone” “it gets better” “ I’m sorry” “ I know what it’s like” “ you need to get out more” “ find a hobby” “ sleep earlier” how can you tell me I’m not alone? When it’s 2am or 2pm and all I fucking feel is alone. Don’t tell me you’ll be here. Because I know it’s a lie. Don’t ever tell me you’ll never leave. Because I can’t go a day without wanting to leave myself. Don’t tell me people have it worse. They’re not me. They don’t feel what I feel. And until you’ve been to the very core of my brain. Don’t tell me it’s a phase, it gets better, you’re here. Because it’s always a damn lie. When you’ve waken up everyday, giving your all. And it still wasn’t enough. When you walk down the street with the urge to jump in front of a moving car, when you look at a bridge and picture yourself jumping off, when you look at knife and think of the blade run across your skin. When you look at everyone smiling and laughing. And all you can manage to do is feel like you’re drowning, when you look at a bottle of pills and just want to down them all. When you hate looking at yourself in the mirror. When it’s 2am and you feel so fucking alone. When you starve yourself just because you don’t feel you deserve to eat. When you can do all that and still want to live everyday of your life then you can give me those bullshit excuses. Because I’m still trying to figure out how to get out of bed each morning without wanting to take a bullet to the head.“”

““Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to have never been depressed at all.Because I’ve never known what it’s like to just walk down the street without wanting to jump into the middle of traffic. I have yet to know what it’s like to say “I’m okay” and really mean it. I wonder what it’s like to feel that you’re enough. Because all I ever feel is how I’ll never be enough. What is it to even be enough?. I can’t tell if I’ve just become so numb to everything or I feel so much that I couldn’t really tell you what I’m feeling. What do they mean when they say it’s just a phase? Cause I’ve felt like this for years and I can’t say it gets any better. I can’t say that I’ve ever fully recovered. I relapse. Every damn year. No matter how good I think I’m getting it always comes back. No matter how many prescriptions I’ve been written. No matter how many times I’ve been to therapy. It’s always there. Doesn’t matter what time. What day. What month. I’ve come to a point where I don’t expect people to stay anymore. Because who really wants to deal with someone who’s mentally sick?. I’ve heard it all. “ I’ll always be here for you” you’re not alone” “it gets better” “ I’m sorry” “ I know what it’s like” “ you need to get out more” “ find a hobby” “ sleep earlier” how can you tell me I’m not alone? When it’s 2am or 2pm and all I fucking feel is alone. Don’t tell me you’ll be here. Because I know it’s a lie. Don’t ever tell me you’ll never leave. Because I can’t go a day without wanting to leave myself. Don’t tell me people have it worse. They’re not me. They don’t feel what I feel. And until you’ve been to the very core of my brain. Don’t tell me it’s a phase, it gets better, you’re here. Because it’s always a damn lie. When you’ve waken up everyday, giving your all. And it still wasn’t enough. When you walk down the street with the urge to jump in front of a moving car, when you look at a bridge and picture yourself jumping off, when you look at knife and think of the blade run across your skin. When you look at everyone smiling and laughing. And all you can manage to do is feel like you’re drowning, when you look at a bottle of pills and just want to down them all. When you hate looking at yourself in the mirror. When it’s 2am and you feel so fucking alone. When you starve yourself just because you don’t feel you deserve to eat. When you can do all that and still want to live everyday of your life then you can give me those bullshit excuses. Because I’m still trying to figure out how to get out of bed each morning without wanting to take a bullet to the head.“”