The Ramblings Of A Mad Woman

Depression

Depression isn't a feeling. It's a beautifully crafted torture technic. It is controlling,vicious,cold,and selfish. It has a life in your brain. It makes your head its home and your feelings a play ground. You know it's there. You can feel it. But,you can't see it. Neither can other people. Are you crazy? Yes. At least that's what depression says. You have to believe,right? It is your own brain after all.  After awhile you go numb. You are no longer in agonizing pain. You just can't feel anything. It's a relief. Until you realize, you can't be happy,you can't feel love,and you can't feel life. You are just breathing. You aren't alive anymore,you just take up space. In that moment, you miss the pain. You don't feel human anymore. You are terrified. What happened to your life? To your passion? To your goals? You don't have anything anymore. Except your depression. That's how it wins.