depression There was a time in my life when I thought I knew what I was doing and where I was going. A time when I was strong. Independent. A time when I knew who I was, or at least thought I did. Not anymore. I'm clueless. I have no idea what I am supposed to be doing, where I am going or even who and what I am.
Depression sucks.
It sucks the life out of you. It sucks the life out of the ones you love and that love you. It shuts you off from the world.
I have no idea how I got here and what's worse is I have no idea how to get out. I have had to cry my heart out and beg for help assuring them I would be dead if I did not receive help. They help until they feel you can move on but you can't. You want to talk, you need to cry and vent and yell and scream. You want the pain to stop and go away, leave you forever with no chance of it returning. You want to hear yes, it happened and no, it was not your fault. You need and want someone that really understands. You want your sister back because she was the only one who knew and understood.
No one understands that.
mamaj
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