Short Stories

Depression..

*TRIGGER WARNING: INCLUDES SOME DEPRESSING (?) CONTENT*

He's lurking. Watching your every single move. He's hiding out in the darkness. You can feel his presence, but he'll never be so careless as to get caught. He sits there. Awaiting the perfect moment. The perfect moment to strike. He will catch you when you're most vulnerable. Could be just a simplistic vulnerability, like you're having a bad day. But he'll catch you when you're down. His name... depression.

He has captured many victims, the way he will capture you. If you do not try to keep your head, up, stay positive and have confidence, you're vulnerable. If you ever wish to end your life, he's got you. You're vulnerable, every moment of every day. Eventually, everything will seem different. Your outlook on life will change. Those who are your friends, they will feel dead to you, as if they betrayed you.

You'll isolate yourself. From everyone you once cared about. From everyone who, have always cared about you, and continue to care about you. When you look in the mirror you see an unloved human being, with no one to go to. Behind your closed bedroom door, there's a world of people who care. But you don't notice.

If you are experiencing any of these symptoms, then he's caught you. If you're walking down every pathway, every hallway, every sidewalk with a fake smile plastered on your face, then he's caught you. But there are many ways to escape. Fight him. It might seem as he has control over you, but he doesn't. Every single time you let him get you down, every time he reminds you of your pain; fight.

Fight as if your life is depending on it. 'Cause, trust me, it is. Days go by, you're getting distant. You're eating less and crying more. Your thoughts about suicide or self-harm grow stronger as the days go by. Soon enough, you give in. You take out that blade, or that lighter and you begin. You cut until you pass out, until the pain is so unbearable that you continue. You get rid of all of the clothes in your closet other than a few pairs of pants and a few hoodies. You stop doing everything you love, and you stop going out. You sit in your room, behind closed doors, and you cry. You cry yourself to sleep. Then one day, they find you in your bed. Scarred, bleeding, unconscious. They rush you to the hospital. They notice all of the faded scars, the fresh scars, all of the burn marks. You don't make it. In the long run, this is what you wanted. To die. You didn't want to live under his grasp. But what you didn't know, is that this is what he wanted. This is what he was waiting to happen. It gives him strength, when he sucks it all out of you. Every tear you shed makes him stronger.

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My friends, this is why I wrote this. I want to help.  If you need help, if you need comforting, please. Message me. I'm always here for moral support. If I can save just one person from falling into his trap, then I will. If you're struggling with depression, self-harm or suicidal thoughts, message me. You won't regret it. I love and care about every single person reading this. Have a great day, and never give up. You'll get through it. I know it. :)