June 2010, I had been diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, and have now been on anti-depressants for over seven years. Unlike many people that I know, my depression didn’t subside once I left my teen years, though I have managed to lower my dosage intake. I don’t know if I will ever be able to go off my medication completely and I am still terrified by the prospect of going back to the way I used to be, before I got my medication. Those days were difficult and each moment felt so oppressive. Imagine the worst day you’ve ever had. Imagine that feeling of overwhelming sadness, pushing harder and harder at the edge of your consciousness, forever threatening to break in and destroy the mental peace you’ve made for yourself. Imagine feeling like you’re at the bottom of an ocean, no one can see or hear you. The only existing fact is that you will never escape. Life feels like a losing battle and no matter how bright things may seem for you, you will never see the light again.
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Today, 15th April 2017, a close childhood friend of mine had invited me to the world’s largest piano exhibition. I never really had much of an interest for music but he had convinced me that this particular artist fascinates the audience and leaves the audience in astonishment. On my way to the venue, the raindrops shone like diamonds underneath the streetlights. The sun was long gone. Thick clouds covered the night sky and the sound of rain hitting against the opaque tar roadway. Men and women under umbrellas, eager to get to their homes or nearby shelter. For a brief moment I stood underneath the streetlight looking directly above and asked myself, is my life even worth living?
Here I am, sitting inside a voiceless octagon shaped building, on top of a red fabricated
Today, 15th April 2017, a close childhood friend of mine had invited me to the world’s largest piano exhibition. I never really had much of an interest for music but he had convinced me that this particular artist fascinates the audience and leaves the audience in astonishment. On my way to the venue, the raindrops shone like diamonds underneath the streetlights. The sun was long gone. Thick clouds covered the night sky and the sound of rain hitting against the opaque tar roadway. Men and women under umbrellas, eager to get to their homes or nearby shelter. For a brief moment I stood underneath the streetlight looking directly above and asked myself, is my life even worth living?
Here I am, sitting inside a voiceless octagon shaped building, on top of a red fabricated