I Become Silent When Sad
Silently Slip Away... I become silent when sad. What is there to say? When I'm sad I'm too preoccupied with my own thoughts and feelings to converse. The worse it gets, the less and less I speak.
I battled depression throughout high school and didn't notice the change until it was too late. I used to be a very charismatic person, but I just started taking less and less because I was too depressed to care about talking. Then my friends all started drifting away, only one stayed with me through it all.
As it progressed, I said no more than the absolute basics, drawing further and further into my own little world. I was forced to go to a new school, so I just kept quiet. The first seven months in that school I spent in silence. People told me that they were too afraid to approach me because I always looked angry. That combined with my silence told them I wanted to be left alone.
It was only when I started overcoming my depression that I noticed how lonely it was. I tried making contact with those around me, but suddenly found it difficult. I developed quite a bit of social anxiety and felt like I couldn't communicate with those around me.
Once again I found myself with a lot to say, but no one to listen. It makes me grateful for EP. No matter how silent I get, I will never stop expressing myself through writing. It is my only way to connect to a world I feel disconnected from.
I battled depression throughout high school and didn't notice the change until it was too late. I used to be a very charismatic person, but I just started taking less and less because I was too depressed to care about talking. Then my friends all started drifting away, only one stayed with me through it all.
As it progressed, I said no more than the absolute basics, drawing further and further into my own little world. I was forced to go to a new school, so I just kept quiet. The first seven months in that school I spent in silence. People told me that they were too afraid to approach me because I always looked angry. That combined with my silence told them I wanted to be left alone.
It was only when I started overcoming my depression that I noticed how lonely it was. I tried making contact with those around me, but suddenly found it difficult. I developed quite a bit of social anxiety and felt like I couldn't communicate with those around me.
Once again I found myself with a lot to say, but no one to listen. It makes me grateful for EP. No matter how silent I get, I will never stop expressing myself through writing. It is my only way to connect to a world I feel disconnected from.
31-35, F