To Write Love On Her Arms UNI

This is what depression feels like:

Imagine, however you can, the people who mean the most to you in this world. They’re reaching out to you with love and concern. But you can’t reach back. You want to, but you arms won’t move. You know you should call out but it’s an effort to simply draw a breath.

Depression is a living thing. It exists by feeding on your darkest moods. And it is always hungry. 

And anything that challenges it – anything – it wants that thing to stop. Anything that makes you feel good, anyone that brings you joy, it will drive away so it can grow without interference. Its primary goal is to isolate you. At its worst, it will literally paralyze you rather than allow you to feel anything at all.

At its worst, you are numb. You are drained.