Depression is like..
Sitting in a room surrounded by a ton of people that you very well know and love. People who know you and support you and worry for you. But you still feel overwhelmingly alone.
Its like having everyone tell you they love you and how much they appreciate you and they do things for you because they care.
But you still feel like they don't care.
Like having a ton of friends that you do everything with and who you have fun memories with and knowing people that you talk to every day. But yet you still feel invisible.
Its like doing things that you love or enjoy doing and doing the things you've dedicated yourself to. But having no motivation to do them and feeling no enjoyment from doing them.
Its like being sick but wanting to feel better.
But while you try to heal the bully pushes you over. the bully is your mind. And after so many times of being pushed it starts to feel normal. And you loose all hope if feeling better.
Its like a silent torture. Nobody knows that you were ever wounded until your suddenly gone.
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Short Story!!NOTICE!! THIS USED TO BE MY VENT BOOK, SO IF YOU DONT WANT TO READ VENTS, SKIP TO CHAPTER 42 EDIT: this turned back into my vent book lmao EDIT EDIT: lmao what even is this book anymore
