I Battle Depression

Alone... There she is again. Sitting looking out the window just staring ahead searching for something. Anything. After a while, she walks back to her bed and lays down staring at the ceiling. Two minutes later, she gets up again and begins to pace around her room. She can't sit still. Her mind is running 100 miles an hour and she can't control it. She just has to deal with it until it goes away. She has to deal with the hot flashes and the freezing cold hands that she can never get warm. They say her hands are cold because of poor circulation. If that's true, she has poor circulation all the time, because her hands are always as cold as ice. Sometimes she wonders if she is still alive because her hands are always so cold. Everyday she has to deal with the feeling of wanting to throw up and a feeling of being out of her own control. The worst part is she has to go through all of this all alone. She wants to make people understand but she doesn't think they ever will. No one will understand her pain. It is pain that no person should have to go through. No matter how hard she tries, still, she ends up alone