|D E P R E S S I O N|✔️

~Part 3~

THE RECOVERY

Waking up after a failed attempt,

Maybe I should accept,

accept the fact that maybe I'm Not needed.

I prayed and pleaded,

My pleas fell to deaf ears

All these years.

Maybe I went about it the wrong way,

Cutting, piercing, burning my canvas,

Taking no breaks, not even for a day!

Walking past people all expressionless,

poker faces on to build barriers,

barriers built way up to stop anyone from getting too close.

And here I was, being the carrier,

the carrier of burdens, a whirlwind of emotions that can't be stabilised.

Medication, tried that did't work,

Only led to an addiction, a dependence.

A dependence on something that had to stabilize my emotions,

but only made it worse.

Letting people in, tried that too,

biggest mistake I ever made.

I got emotionally attacked, bruised and battered.

I had to live my life in a facade,

I had to pretend that everything was okay,

even though my life was crumbling down piece by piece.

Everything started to change after I took a step to stop living such a pathetic life,

To stop sulking, to stop pretending and actually talk about it.

I came across someone who was willing to listen, 

without making snide comments or being judgmental.

I went for therapy, 

First few months were horrible I won't lie,