I Felt Like I Was Dragging Through Life

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For a long period of time, every day that I woke up, I would cry. Weep at the mere fact that I had not died. I did not want to be awake. I did not want to be alive. I hated feeling “numb”, I did not want to feel at all. It is problematic to accurately explain how and why I became depression’s slave. I never openly invited grief into my life. It invited itself and it provoked a large amount of torment. I hate admitting to the fact

Everyone has felt sadness as some point in their lives, but that does not necessarily mean that they are depressed. When someone reaches a point of depression, it could be defined as having been sad for a long period of time, having no motivation to do what once made them happy, and feeling as though there is no more hope. Along with losing all faith, there is the long lasting feelings of guilt, and many depressed people feel this way because they blame themselves for not being able to feel happy. This way of thinking stems from today’s conventional society. People are always told that they can choose optimism, choose to be happy, and it is all their fault if they are anything but. However, this way of thinking is very toxic for those who are

This morning I feel alone more than usual, by lunch time all I want is booze. I look over I see Joe bragging about his lunch to John and Tom. I just didn’t understand how they could be so happy, and why I could be so sad. Nothing they said cheered me or got my attention such as how the man Charles Lindbergh the man who flew cross country in record breaking time, somebody had kidnapped his son. After work, Robert, and a few others came to talk to me to see if I was alright. I gave them the fake “yes,” but I wasn’t I just wanted to drink booze and not wake up. It was a sucky moment to be in, and I was stuck in it.

I hate getting flashbacks of things I don’t want to remember. How did I go from that happy little 5 year old, always laughing and always smiling to … this? I was as curious as cat and wanting to explore with the people I cared about. They say ‘curiosity killed the cat’, I believe depression did. I have transformed from a caterpillar not in to a butterfly but a moth. A person that feels no other emotion but sadness and every single day is a struggle. I feel sad for no reason, not just for an hour or afternoon, but all the time. And I can’t help it. Not all wounds are visible. Walking through my mind is like walking through a ghost town, abandoned, lost, empty and

From a sensation of despair to being awe-struck and stunned, my feelings had developed into numbness and confusion, in and out of denial. Two years had transpired from onset to diagnosis, I could no longer pace and the breathing capacity had dropped to thirty percent. The clinical profile inconsistencies that had plagued my being had finally come to a single definition with no known cure. This would only lead me to squander the next two months pondering the reason for and the demise of my existence. Unable to land at a conclusion to either is where my thought and sentiment would

Depression placed a dark brooding shadow over my mind. I was weighed down, oppressed by the burden of having to carry on with life. In my mind, there was a crushing sense of hopelessness that I have never felt before. The only therapy I found was taking that beautiful, freshly sharpened razor to my left arm. A sigh of relief departed me as I watched the bright red blood drip from my vein. The only burden I had was going to school and hiding my war scars. Each day, the darkness spread through me like cancer. My body withering away, I needed an escape route from this crucial disease. This all continued until the day I saw a light and the darkness began to fade

My father finally spoke up and said abruptly, we are moving to California. I said what!. That answer moving to California, was almost equal to my uncle telling me "Your Sister Jackie is dead." I knew that my girlfriend, my anchor on earth was disappearing from my life. And now she was gone, 35 days after I lost my sister. My earth angle, I dreamed of being my wife was gone. I felt like I was having a nightmare and couldn't wake up, how could all this be happening to me. Despair sit like a stone in my stomach, like concrete boots dragging me toward what felt like my inevitable end. "I'm not going to make it. "I was in a state of melancholy depression.Laced with a fatal sense of my own wretchedness. I was fourteen years old and felt like I was

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I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

I think you and I could relate, but only because we have parents who might not understand just how serious an illness such as depression is.

I sat there in my room with tears flowing down my blush pink cheeks. Wondering what was wrong with me, as a salty tear ran along my dried out chapped lips. I thought to myself,” Why am I so miserable? What did I do to deserve this? How am I going to escape this life?” I started to ponder that this was the end of my life, this is how I was going to be, sorrowful. At the lowest point of my life, mother came barging through the door with the look of cavernous concern on her face. She knew that it was time for something to be done, whether I agreed or not.

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The depression is overwhelming. I cry uncontrollably. At its worst, I cannot move. Gravity seems to have added weight tenfold. I wake up in my bed, struggling to get out. I am unable to. Breathing hurts. I try to cry out for help, but I cannot move my mouth to form the words in my disgusted mind. I am trapped in my own head. I am trapped in my own body, a body that is entirely numb.

I have never felt so close to giving up on myself. My grades were slipping, my attendance at school was at an all time low, and I was sensing a lot of negativity towards me from my teachers. See they had no idea what I was going through, and never once did they bother to ask. It was as if it was normal to them that a student who had never failed a class and there six years in the public school system, was failing almost all of their classes out of nowhere. But I couldn’t put my problems on them, I had no right to think like that, but I felt so alone at the time I didn’t know who or what to blame, but I did know that if I just kept pushing through that I would get through this journey, I couldn’t afford to give up on myself, and give up on my family.