Silence that screams for help

Prologue

A little letter to my fellow sufferers,

To whom ever reads this short story and relates I would love to hear from you. I don't want anyone to feel lonely or trapped and unable too speak to anyone like I did. I have suffered with what I believe to be Anxiety and mild Depression. However, having not been diagnosed with it professionally, I believe the feelings and thought I endure day in and day out are to be caused from these silence illnesses.

Not many people that are involved in my life know about the way I feel. Most people don't have an inkling at all, which is why writing this will allow me to vent my thoughts and feelings I have about these two subjects that some people may not understand. I am writing this not to only help myself but to help others along the way, in hope that they can relate to what I write in any way. I'm the sort of person who relies on their heart to express my creativity and feelings instead of my brain. Sometimes my brain is so corrupt with negative thoughts that it overpowers anything happy and calm in my life. This is why I feel passionate about writing this short story in hope that it will help silencers speak out about their Anxiety and Depression.

Its hard for people around me to understand the way I feel and the way my brain decides to take over my life most of the time which is why everyday I seek a different way to tell them without offence. Talking doesn't help, crying is just a plea and silence allows them to stop caring even when all you need most of the time is a hug and someone to tell you that you are normal. Anxiety and Depression is an outer body experience (in my opinion anyway). I wish I could explain to the people that tell me different around me how it really is and how it works to trick you brain into thinking you are the most abnormal person the planet. Which is why this short story will help explain and indicate the symptoms and signs of someone struggling to be a part of the puzzle.

I understand it's hard for the people around me to understand the way I feel and the way my brain decides to take over my thought and feelings. They get frustrated and sometimes angry because they want to know how it feels but I have no way of explaining it without getting upset. Most of the time talking doesn't help, crying is just a plead and silence allows them to stop caring because they think you've dealt with it on your own. In my opinion I believe Anxiety and Depression is an outer body experience. I wish I could explain to my nearest and dearest how much it has affected my life and how it makes you feel like the most abnormal person on the planet. Unfortunately, it's only the people that have had a taste of it themselves that can fully understand the effect it can have on a person and their lives. 

I hope you enjoy the short story, and as I said before, if there is anyone that reads this that can relate to the thoughts and feelings that I include then inbox me, I would love to talk to someone enduring the same thing in hope we can help each other; as well as allow me to believe that I'm not just a crazy person with overreactive feelings that seem to have taken control of my life. 

As always, lots of love,

Chloe xoxo