Think of depression as a storm on the sea. A never ending torrent of deadly waves just waiting to drown you. Then think of the medicine as a brick wall, keeping the waves out. You know the waves are on the other side, but you can sometimes forget. The sea leaks through the bricks sometimes, but its just puddles to walk through. They’re there to remind you, but not to kill.
Now my medicine wears off after about 12 hours.
In the last hour or 2 of that time period, my wall starts to dissolve. Starts to incineration. And suddenly, you blink, and the wall is nowhere to be found, and the waves are already crashing over you, taking your body, taking your mind, claiming it for their own. This is intended to kill. And all you can do is hope you last the night.
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RandomThis is all a true story, About myself. And how screwed up i really am. I will unleash my secrets, My fears. And many more... Stuff that a regular 15 year old doesn't go threw. If your just coming here to complain about my depression gtfo. (Warnin...
