A few words about depression.
People are never sorry until it's too late. It seems nobody wants to fix things until they are irreparable.
You just can't fix hurt feelings and you can't take back hurtful words once they leave your lips.
Emotions aren't mere dollar store tchotchke's nor are they priceless antiques. They can never be apologized for or replaced for a monitory amount. Mental solitude is a priceless unicorn.
I wonder is forgiveness even real? Or do we all just smile our fake smiles and laugh our fake laughs; while we continue to swallow and bury painful things until they eat us alive from the inside out?
I realize how bitter and awful I sound but it's just my real time thought process at the moment.
People can say the same things over and over again. They can tell you to live for the moment. They can tell you to appreciate all that you have. They can say, "someone out there has it worse than you."
But a truly depressed individual lacks the ability to play devil's advocate.
A depressed person can not see past their own pain.
A truly emotionally damaged person can not see the rainbows after the rain or even imagine a day when a rainbow will come. In one word a depressed person is "HELPLESS".
There are brief moments of clarity where all seems well but the scars are still there and some days they are right back on the surface again, fresh and bleeding and everyone can see.
You're naked, raw, and hurting and you just want it to stop.
I wish I could say I've beaten depression. In fact most of the world thinks I'm a successful, funny, outgoing, positive, well rounded person. Fact of the matter is I still struggle. I struggle to hold it together. It's who I am. I have become accustomed to this dark passenger. It is my burden to carry.
It doesn't disappear with drugs or food or therapy. You just have to learn how to live with it.
You just can't fix hurt feelings and you can't take back hurtful words once they leave your lips.
Emotions aren't mere dollar store tchotchke's nor are they priceless antiques. They can never be apologized for or replaced for a monitory amount. Mental solitude is a priceless unicorn.
I wonder is forgiveness even real? Or do we all just smile our fake smiles and laugh our fake laughs; while we continue to swallow and bury painful things until they eat us alive from the inside out?
I realize how bitter and awful I sound but it's just my real time thought process at the moment.
People can say the same things over and over again. They can tell you to live for the moment. They can tell you to appreciate all that you have. They can say, "someone out there has it worse than you."
But a truly depressed individual lacks the ability to play devil's advocate.
A depressed person can not see past their own pain.
A truly emotionally damaged person can not see the rainbows after the rain or even imagine a day when a rainbow will come. In one word a depressed person is "HELPLESS".
There are brief moments of clarity where all seems well but the scars are still there and some days they are right back on the surface again, fresh and bleeding and everyone can see.
You're naked, raw, and hurting and you just want it to stop.
I wish I could say I've beaten depression. In fact most of the world thinks I'm a successful, funny, outgoing, positive, well rounded person. Fact of the matter is I still struggle. I struggle to hold it together. It's who I am. I have become accustomed to this dark passenger. It is my burden to carry.
It doesn't disappear with drugs or food or therapy. You just have to learn how to live with it.
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