Being depressed is like swimming in a pool filled with oil.
I relive memories I would prefer not to, and every time I do I realize more and more about myself. See, my issue is I never like using the term "abuse" for the things I went through, simply because I don't want to take away from those who did suffer more than I did. My… Continue reading This is personal
It's an irrevocable sadness, No exchanges, No returns, You fade into the vastness, But for openness you yearn, A simple statement; "I'm tired", Will turn questioning eyes away, No suspicion, No concerns, You flash a smile their way, It's a lie, Your a lie, But you do it anyway, It's easier than dealing with the… Continue reading A lie
The most upsetting aspect of suffering from mental illness is the feeling that you are an annoyance to the people you confide in. You express how you feel and they are either A) uninterested or B) tired of hearing about it. it is embarrassing to struggle like this, you look toward someone to encourage you… Continue reading Annoyance