About Depression

Depression is not the feeling you get when your OTP breaks up.

    It is not a phase that will simply pass by,

    It is not something you can just “snap out of.”

And most importantly,

   Depression is not sadness.

Depression is lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling,

taking hours to gather the strength to accomplish a single task

It used to be so easy,

so you ask yourself, why can’t you get up and just do it?

Depression is the heavy feeling in your chest,

in your arms and in your legs

You’re not quite sure why you feel this way

but it tethers you to your bed,

insisting that you go back to sleep.

Depression is the feeling of emptiness you get

when you realize that the things you once loved

mean nothing to you

Netflix no longer serves as entertainment; instead,

it is a distraction, so you can forget that

you are dead inside.

Depression is staring blankly at your homework,

because the model student whom teachers revered

can not solve a single math problem

You can no longer remember what you learned in class

this year, this week, not even today.

Depression is beating yourself up over the things you can no longer do

because you think you’re getting lazy,

because that’s what people keep telling you:

You deserve to be punished.

Get your shit together.

Depression is wondering if you should just end it all,

to stop being a burden on your family and friends,

so they can stop wasting their time and money on a failure.

They deserve better than this.

This is all your fault.

Sleep now, 

sleep forever.

Depression is a disease that eats you away from the inside.

It is a silent killer that devours the soul,

and takes away the things that make you 

who you are.

And so the empty shell walks among the living.