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short depression stories

short depression stories

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Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Wed, Aug 12, 2020

Poetry

Tagsattentionseeking depression fear highexpectations loneliness

these stories goes out to the people ,with the okay lives ,the ones who cant explain why they feel so sad ,why they're anxious all the time. This story goes out to those who check all the mental illness boxes but still refuse to believe that, that's them .This story goes out to my mentally FRACTURED individuals who cant seem to grasp why the pain hits so deep and why they refuse to be classified as depressed.This goes out to my homies who are in immense pain but choose to keep their mouths shut ,thinking that if they were to come out with it , it will only be viewed as a PHASE. THIS STORY GOES OUT TO MY PEOPLE WHO KEEP IT ALL INSIDE ,BECAUSE THEY THINK THAT IF THEY SPEAK OUT THAT THEY'LL BECOME the ATTENTIONS SEEKERS THEY COULDNT STAND even tho they're not . This story goes out to my FRIENDS who wish there was someone who knew the right thing to say ,who wish their parents knew how to react a certain way but know deep down inside they're just gonna have to CONSOLE THEMSELVES . This is for you . I dont know if it'll save you, but I do hope it'll make you feel less alone. Because this may SUCK ,but it's always good to know you are not facing the SHIT STORM on your own

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