I Am Depressed

Life has come down to a repetitive cycle that rarely changes week by week. Medication and therapy then the family members who pretend to understand. If my mood changes in the slightest they ask if it’s the pills or worse assume I’m planning to kill myself. Some even go to the extent of bringing up my cousin, who committed suicide earlier this year, as a way of saying not to do it. To be honest the pills have left me in limbo where emotions are hard to distinguish. The side effects have even made my insomnia worse so the mixture has left me wanting to just lay in bed forever.