One-shots about Depression and Mental Illness

Wishes, Memories, and Hopes

Wishes, memories, and hopes. All things I never had. All things I could never have. All things I didn't want. Why? Because wishes never come true, memories reflect what was good about your life, and hopes are hopeless. It's just that simple. It always was.

But do I still hope? Of course, I do. I also dream and see what life could have been. I like people, I know I do. I want something, with someone, but I bury my feelings so deep down, I forget about them. I ignore their existence and forget about them every time they want to escape. I bury myself in books and movies and shows. I make up stories that could never be true, I pretend I have friends. I pretend I have a chance, I pretend to care about others.

But do I? No, I don't, I never have and I never will. Depression is such a strong emotion, it kills you from the inside out, possesses your brain until you think no one loves you. That no one cares. Makes you kill yourself because of the pain. It's the worst disease, because, instead of killing you with real pain, it makes you hurt yourself. It makes you lonely, it makes you sad. It makes you end your life with a smile on your face.

Never get depressed. But also never hope, remember or wish. It's a hard line to walk, but if you do, you will never get hurt, not mentally at least. But it has its downsides. You will never feel a thing, not pain, not happiness. Never. But you'll get used to it, you'll recover, and everything will be fine. Forever.