Sometimes...
I’m about to be really really honest here, more than my usual. Sometimes depression is not wanting to eat anything. Sometimes it’s not being able to sleep or not wanting to do anything except sleep. Sometimes it makes you sick. Sometimes it makes you sad all the time. Sometimes it tricks you into making you think or feel like you’re happy, but you are actually quite miserable. Sometimes it’s not being able to go back to a certain place (like your own home) because you’re constantly reminded of the memories that happened there. Sometimes it makes you feel completely numb. Sometimes it makes your minutes, hours, days, and years go by unbearably slow. Sometimes it’s really wanting to be happy and doing things that make you happy, but still not feeling any better. Sometimes it’s wanting to cry all the time. Sometimes it’s being mad. Sometimes it’s sitting in your car with music playing, but not actually thinking about anything. Sometimes it’s wanting to be completely alone and away from