Caught up in a war she never knew she was part of, Sereia has the power to challenge the gods. She just doesn't know it yet.
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Sereia Darya Naida Kar is a Mermaid. Secretly descended from the Gods of the Ocean and the Gods of the Sky, S...
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Depression was horrible.
Once upon a time, I knew nothing of it; just the rumors I scrounged up from the grapevine; and then, my mother died, and my whole world shattered. I was happy as a kid - I looked back on those days with certain varying degrees of fondness now; I never was able to capture that same happiness after my mother was murdered.
My father drank his problems away. Meir buried herself in her school work; and during that time, I almost never saw her. Alton sobbed; and everything that his mother touched (baby bottles, cradles, blankets) became anxiety triggers. Jae refused to believe our mother was gone; spinning elaborate stories of how she survived, and he was convinced that they were true. Adella refused to show her emotions; pushing them out of the way, faking happiness as she broke down on the inside. Sedna didn't move, barely eating, and never slept, trying to process her mother's death.
And me?
I broke; shattering into a million little pieces that could never be repaired.
It felt like invisible hands were slowly squeezing the life out of me; every simple task becoming a long marathon to complete, and I loathed the pitting gazes and shoulder squeezes from people who claimed my mother's love. Then, when the dust settled, and we were left with the grief; people revealed their true thinking; how they thought depression was something you could turn off and on, and that it wasn't really an illness.
It was. It is. It's the greedy kind, that takes away everything in you that wants to live; wants to keep going. It poisons your thoughts; turning your brain against you, and you feel so alone.
Depression is an illness; one of the worst. And it had haunted me ever since my mother took her last breath.
