Depression is a bottomless pit, the walls are narrow around this pit and easy to climb. Yet, there are chains attached to your legs when you fall down this pit, chains that are like snakes, coiling around your feet and hissing words to you.
"You're not worth it", "End it all already", "You failed them."
Terrible things spouting from their endless vocal cords.
Now imagine being 10, growing up and having your best friend die of cancer, the snake chains slipping you down into the bottomless pit, you beginning to fall over the course of three years.
Over those three years you fell, met a person who you could grab hands with and climb up with, let them get out first... then fell again, because they let go of you just an inch too soon.
Repeat that cycle until you are falling and climbing on your own, hiding and shying away from everyone who wants to desperately grab your hand and help you climb.
That is depression. The pit that NEEDS others to help you escape; or else you fall into a hell. A hell that ends in your life being taken by the very hands on your body. A hell that drags your friends, parents, teachers, doctors, councilors, county... all into it's cycle of falling and dying.
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Bottomless pit
No FicciónA small detail on how I feel personally on the inside. It's a look into how i see the world, depression, anxiety, myself, then a conclusion to why you the reader shouldn't see the things I see. This isn't meant to be edgy and weird, just how I am me...
