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Depression isn’t just a mental illness.

Depression is losing yourself.

Depression is leaving the house without taking your antidepressants and wondering if it’ll tip you over the edge and in to the deep abyss of a mental breakdown.

Depression is “I’m sorry I can’t come out today but the very thought of seeing another human is making me feel sick to my fucking stomach.”

Depression is “No, I’m not ready to talk about it right now, but thank you for offering anyways”

Depression is being so scared that you’re gonna push away the only person who means anything to you that you become too much for them to handle so they leave anyways. 

Depression is the risk of also being a sufferer of its sister illnesses. 

Depression isn’t beautiful or romantic or poetic. It is dark and deep and endless and bigger than all of us. It steals your life like a thief in the night and coats your existence like inches of snow that block you from leaving the cosy comfort of your own home because after all, nothing can go wrong in your safe place. 

Depression is doctors and psychologists and psychiatrists and nurses and hospitals and waiting rooms and tests and notes and books and paper and leaflets and information and websites and white coats and antidepressants and questions you don’t want to answer. 

There is nothing inspiring about depression, in fact that whole concept is the very opposite of inspiring. It is sickening and endless and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy in the world.

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What depression feels like

2. April 2016

just-a-lady-1998:

I can’t say it feels like sadness because it’s way more than that. Sadness could not describe even part of it. It’s unbearable, mixed with disappointment, guilt, hopelessness, helplessness, anger and who knows what else. Those emotions are so strong that it hurts. The pain gets so much that it physically hurts. You feel it in your chest, stomach and then in your entire body. It hurts so fucking much that it’s unbearable no matter how strong you are. At some point even breathing gets hard and requires too much effort. You find yourself rocking back and forth in desperate attempts to calm yourself down but nothing seems to work. Your mind is a mess. You’re thoughts are fucked up. Sometimes you break down and cry your eyes out until you’re so exhausted that you can’t get up from the floor. Other times you feel the same pain, you feel like you’re being torn apart on the inside but no tears seem to fall. All you can do is stare blankly at the wall. Sometimes depression is just emptiness, you might not even feel pain, you just don’t feel anything.

Depression is not just a phase, it’s not something you wanted or wished for, it’s not something you can get over in a day, it’s not something you can ever forget in your life. It’s when you’re so broken and damaged that dying seems like the only way out.