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I Battle Depression

Heavy Heart... It sucks when your heart is as heavy as a brick. If it is one feeling i hate, then that is it. I hate that feeling more than anything in the world. It's like times slows down more than normal; like 10 times more than normal. It's a feeling like your being suffocated and you can't get enough air no matter how hard you try. The whole world looks different; distorted. Nothing looks as innocent as it used to. The trees look more like monsters with the branches acting as claws coming and reaching out to grab you. The grass looks like vines growing out of the ground and the sky looks like an ocean and you are underwater drowning. When the brick feeling goes away, you are just completely exhausted. All you want to do is sleep. Even when you are done sleeping, you still wake up tired and you want to sleep some more. But you can't. Your mind won't let you. it keeps you awake thinking about why you are thinking the way you are and why you feel that no one is listening. It's like you can scream as loud as you can and no one can hear you. Your screams are being stifled by fear. They are stifled by what ou can't stand......your fear of having everything and knowing nothing.
estrellita75
You described exactly how I feel and how I see things when I let my depression get the best of me, like I'm waiting to be sucked into the darkness. It's the worst feeling in the world, like everyone is better off without you. I hope you have friends/family on your side. I tend to avoid them when I need them most. I am here if you ever need to talk.
Truefeminist
Remember that Love is the power which transforms the world. Drive fear and depression and despair and a sense of failure out with Praise.
http://jahtruth.net/yodas.htm
HelloL0ve
You have a way with words, definitely took me on a familiar journey. Its not anything nice to be struggling with depression at such a young age. I wish you well in your journey.

 
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