Depression
Depressed is a feeling; it’s a temporary feeling of sadness that can typically be described. Depression, however, is a noun. It is a state of being depressed; being a person who suffers from depression from the age of eight, I know for a fact, this is not a feeling.
To me, depression is the days I don’t want to talk to anyone. Depression is the weeks I sleep too much, or too little. Depression is the manacles tied around my wrists. Depression is the ton I carry in my chest every single day. Depression is the bindings I tie around my stomach, wishing, hoping, and praying that I could be skinnier. Depression is the words that run around in my head, the words told by individuals in this class.
Why try when all I am is empty? Emptiness is a book of blank pages. A silent cry for help in a room with no windows. No words, no point. No windows, no light. No light, no hope. Empty is not a feeling. Empty is what you are when you have no other feelings. The absence of feelings is not a feeling. It is just being. Empty. …show more content…
That’s what I am. That’s what I think. “In depression… faith in deliverance, in ultimate restoration, is absent. The pain is unrelenting, and what makes the condition intolerable is the foreknowledge that no remedy will come – not in a day, an hour, a month, or a minute… It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul”
Why can’t I be normal? I get asked this question almost every day and wonder too. One in five people suffer from this disorder and women are two times more likely to get it than
Depressed is a feeling; it’s a temporary feeling of sadness that can typically be described. Depression, however, is a noun. It is a state of being depressed; being a person who suffers from depression from the age of eight, I know for a fact, this is not a feeling.
To me, depression is the days I don’t want to talk to anyone. Depression is the weeks I sleep too much, or too little. Depression is the manacles tied around my wrists. Depression is the ton I carry in my chest every single day. Depression is the bindings I tie around my stomach, wishing, hoping, and praying that I could be skinnier. Depression is the words that run around in my head, the words told by individuals in this class.
Why try when all I am is empty? Emptiness is a book of blank pages. A silent cry for help in a room with no windows. No words, no point. No windows, no light. No light, no hope. Empty is not a feeling. Empty is what you are when you have no other feelings. The absence of feelings is not a feeling. It is just being. Empty. …show more content…
That’s what I am. That’s what I think. “In depression… faith in deliverance, in ultimate restoration, is absent. The pain is unrelenting, and what makes the condition intolerable is the foreknowledge that no remedy will come – not in a day, an hour, a month, or a minute… It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul”
Why can’t I be normal? I get asked this question almost every day and wonder too. One in five people suffer from this disorder and women are two times more likely to get it than