This hit me hard

“Depression is not Lana Del Rey music, with smeared black eyeliner and tears running down your face.

It is not a blood-stained tub, or the blade sitting across from you.

It is not being rocked back and forth by a boy as he kisses your head and whispers “I love you” repeatedly in your ear.

Depression is not the dread you feel when the person you love the most doesn’t text you back.

Depression is disgusting. It is low and filthy and dirty and it eats you away, bit by bit.

Depression is the stale smell of your room and your clothes, because you have no energy to clean anything.

It is sitting in the bathtub for hours as you feel that dirty type of clean, letting the hot water run down your body in no aims to stand up and turn it off.

It is the hunch in your back and the the defeated slouch in your shoulders, the kind that your parents always try to fix, exclaiming “Sit up straight,” but what good does that ever do.

Depression is the hours spent lying in your bed, trying desperately to fall asleep but never being able to.

It is your eyes being so heavy-lidded and the circles under them that don’t fade, even after a good nights sleep.

Depression is the sinking feeling you get when you enter school and your mind is already set – why would you care about your grades when you don’t even care about your life?

It is the darkest kind of dark, the kind that intoxicates your brain and turns your best friends to enemies, your family to people you simply push away so they don’t have to hurt just because you do.

It is the raw feeling of emptiness, the kind that gnaws at your very insides and leaves you nothing more than a walking skeleton, incapacitated and incapable of feeling anything but sorrow and sadness for nobody but yourself.

Depression is the deepest hole you could ever think of, the only one you could ever think of because you dug it yourself.

It is being not only unable, but unwilling to pull yourself up, having the darkness swallow you whole.

Depression is not rain. It is being unable to see the sun, even after the rain has passed.”

It is 2015. Stop romanticizing depression.

I don’t know who wrote this beautiful piece. I found it on my facebook newsfeed, posted by this page.


2 thoughts on “This hit me hard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s