Yes, I am posting this. I personally have overcome depression, but I hope this little poem makes this feel relatable to you and helps you get through it. Physical health and mental health are equally important. You might think, "I'm a white person living in a first world country, why would I complain?" Although you might think other problems are trivial, certain problems matter to certain people.
Depression is a humanoid black mass that latches onto you
It's raven like bony fingers latch onto your shoulders with such force it's hard to pull off
Your mind wonders a million miles a minute and you start to feel almost crazy and ask yourself, why can't I be happy?
You see your other friends in so much joy you crave it but have no motivation to make any plans because you're afraid of doing something wrong like you always accuse yourself of doing
You feel like a grain of sand on a beach, nothing special, nothing valuable to anyone. You try to find love but no one connects, guy after guy or girl after girl you just can't ignite any spark. You start to distance yourself from family and friends, and sometimes shutting them off completely. You ask yourself, "What's the purpose of life?" and questions flood your mind. You try to mimic the happiness of others but never feel completely fulfilled. Anything that made you happy means nothing now, it brings you no joy or comfort. You feel completely alone in the world, like no one will understand. You feel like it's you against the world. You try to complete the simplest of tasks but can't even do it efficiently. Days pass, weeks pass, months pass, and eventually years pass. You feel like your problem is insignificant, why am I feeling like this? I'm in a first world country, I have nothing to complain about. Problems are relevant to certain individuals, even though problems seem trivial they're relevant to you at least.
The thing about depression is that it can be cured, but not by someone. It's cured by you, people just guide you through it. |