Wednesday, January 21, 2015

His Name Is Depression.

I would like to introduce my old time friend, his name is Depression. I do not like telling most people about him because he is not suppose to be here, and people think they could get rid of him. I want Depression to be gone. I want someone to kill him. I have been trying to do it myself. I told one of my friends about Depression. Although, I could tell my friend does not care as much. My friend and my brother. The two most amazing people I know. They know about Depression. They know how much I am hurting from him, but they have other things to worry about. They suffer from him as well from time to time, but depression is with me all the time. Even when I am smiling or laughing. Depression has taught me how to act happy.

Depression has dragged me away from everyone. He is selfish and hates it with when I am with Happiness. Depression and Happiness are huge enemies. It is easier to see Depression for some people. I am starting to think that Happiness does not like me because I am with Depression all the time. But I have bait that attracts Happiness. Depression absolutely hates it. It is like rasism towards Depression. It offends him and kills him little by little. They are called antidepressants. The thing is, I do not like that I need bait to attract Happiness. I want Happiness to want to be there.
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Now, I completely know that Depression and Happiness are not actual people. I wanted to explain how I am feeling so everyone could understand. Yes, I am depressed. I have been depressed before. Everyone has. I am strong though, and I know I could fight it off somehow. I totally hope people relate to this, and I did not make it for attention. I wanted to write because it makes me feel better, like photography does. I love writing just as much as photography. They are my antidepressants, except not in a pill. I have so much stuff on my mind right now, it is overwhelming. I will write more as soon as l think of stuff and put them together so they make sense.

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