My last post and to those who relate

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I wrote that when I was having an episode and looking back, I realize that there wasn't much I could've said to myself to unconvince me of this idea. So I'm happy that you relate, but love is never supposed to make you feel drained and exhausted from crying. Love isn't supposed to give you back sores from long periods spent in beds, love isn't supposed to leave you hungry and quenched with no energy to get up. Love isn't supposed to hurt. Depression isn't love because it hurts and more importantly, it kills. Depression isn't a lover, or a friend, it is a wolf in sheep's clothing and be wary of it as such. It is easy to defeat it, in theory, but I know how hard it is to eat when you aren't hungry and do your homework when you wanna die. Win the battles, and soon you won't realize that you've won the war. Count to three and do it, phone a friend, put on the most "in your fucking face you dickwad" playlist and tap into that anger, I don't care. Just fight the battles. I believe in you.

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