Living with depression is horribly, utterly terrifying. Fighting it is worse.
It's like you're living in constant fear, trying to breathe, smile, laugh, talk. You put so much effort into fighting the ever present sinking feeling in your chest. You just try so hard.
And it is hard, it is so fucking difficult. To pretend to be normal, happy, when you're anything but. When all you want to do is hide away to save yourself from breaking.
And you're scared. You are scared to death that the effort you put in is worthless, that you won't be able to stop your own scattering. You're scared that, someday, you'll stop fighting.
And it will all have been for nothing.
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