How to Describe...
How do I describe depression? It feels like I am walking through quicksand, and the harder I try to escape from it, the more entrenched I become. There is an invisible but powerful weight pressing down on my shoulders.
With depression, there is always a “before” and “after” for me. Darkness has descended. When I wake up in the morning, I count minutes until I can go back to sleep. But “before,” I can shake it off enough to get out of bed and function.
When depression has me in its clutches, my ability to choose disappears. That’s when “after” creeps in. I may force myself out of bed, but my functionality is limited. At first glance, it may seem nothing is wrong with me until you dig deeper and look into my dead eyes.
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