When you get home you may get a drink. Or you won't.
But what you will do is go straight to bed. You sleep until the next day. It's Saturday. You have no where to go...besides your councilor that you see either once a week or every day. For me...I see her once a week.
You arrive at this small building and walk in. The lady greets you with a big smile and a happy hello. You wonder if she has any secrets. If she hates living too.
You go in and she asks the same questions and gives you the same advice. You leave.
You go home
You go to sleep
That's all life is
When your depressed
Eventually you get sick of it
And you take your own life
Because it's the same thing every day
The same routine
It's tiring
And you hate it
YOU ARE READING
I Am Depression
Não FicçãoWanna know what it's really like? What happens and why? It's not just sadness. The people diagnosed don't control it...it controls them.
