Let's Help Those Who Are In The State Of Depression

Let's Help Those Who Are In The State Of Depression

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hi i'm currently in a state of depression i'm 18 years old. i wrote this so that you, yes you the one reading this kindly message me the negative things that you are feeling right now either past or present and include all the things you've done to be able to cope up with that. put the name of yours or anything such as codenames if you plan to keep your private life. don't worry i'll put you as unknown. every message will be put in every page so that we could help those who are experiencing things and negativity right now and atleast they will be inspired to go on with life. Let's help one another let's avoid suicidal thoughts by comforting each and everyone who reads every page. thank you guys!
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In a world where everyone wants to be aesthetic, she's used to being admired but never truly seen. Compliments come easy-"You're so pretty!" "You look amazing!"-but no one ever asks, "Are you okay?" For the longest time, she's felt like a painting in a gallery-gazed at, praised, but never really known. Then there's him. He's not the poetic type who spins metaphors about her beauty, nor the mysterious bad boy everyone secretly obsesses over. He's just... him. The kind of person who forgets his umbrella on rainy days, orders the same coffee every morning, and sometimes stumbles over his words when he's excited. The first time they talked, he didn't stare too long. Didn't say she was breathtaking. Instead, he simply asked: "Pagod ka na ba?" And somehow, that meant more than any compliment ever did. With him, she doesn't have to be perfect. She doesn't have to be put together, doesn't have to filter her words or curate every moment. She can be quiet, messy, lost in her thoughts-and still, he stays. He listens. He waits. He makes her feel like she doesn't have to be anyone else but herself. Sometimes, love isn't about grand gestures or heart-fluttering moments. Sometimes, it's just someone who makes space for you, who stays even when the moment isn't aesthetic, even when you're not your best, even when you have nothing to say. And for the first time, she doesn't feel like a painting in a gallery. She feels like she's home.

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