Lifes good. I have a happy family. Man who loves me. Healthy kids. And a roof over my head.
I repeat these things to myself because i have too.
Even when things are the best… they never are.
Thats what depression wants me to think.
There is constant thought of dark and umgloomy.
When it hits me i just feel yuck.
I cant stand talking.
I cant stand anyone around me.
I cant stand being awake.
But i cant sleep.
Its awful and i wouldnt wish it on my worst enemy. Its hard to be perfectly happy then get swept off your feet.
For the longest time i thought i was alone in this. I thought only “emo ” people had that.
I thought there was something wrong with me…
I didnt know people right next to me had it.
There’s alot more to my story that im just starting…
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