Another one bites the dust.
That's all I think of when I see another lost soul succumbing to the depths of depression. I take a step back, and hope that someone...
anyone else can help them...
because I know I can't.
I cant even help myself.
But I hope for them. I hope that they dont give up. That they still wake up every day and still fight through it. Struggle to wake up, stuggle to eat or to stop eating. Struggle to get dressed or even put your hair up. Struggle to get your kids on the bus, pay the bills, go to work and work for 15 hours straight. Struggle to make dinner and struggle to make your partner happy. Struggle to find the motivation in just being a parent...looking into your child's eyes to remind yourself who your truly fighting for.
Struggle to find joy in anything.
Bed is the only place you want to be.
Where you cant let anyone down or have anyone let you down.
Where your eyes can rest and your soul can cry.
Where you dont have to fight so hard for something you dont want.
Where debt cant find you and problems only linger.
Depression is like knowing all the test answers but unable to pick up the pencil.
You let down the ones you love the most because it's just not the right time.
But it's never the right time....
Because you may have a day or two to remember why life is great, but that depression comes right on back and punches you in your crazy grin.
You can't catch your breath.
You see yourself succumb to the very someone you told yourself you'd never be again.
The holidays come and you sink lower. You fill yourself with anything that makes you feel good, but all it does is numb the pain for a moment.
On a good day you look back through those days you missed. The smiles that you didn't get to see from your little girl.
The humor you didn't share with your husband.
The crafts you didn't make, the cookies you didn't bake.
Depression steals the life right out from under you.
Everyday you have to take a deep breath and push through all the hatred your mind feeds you.
And if you try...
I mean really really push yourself through it...
You can learn to swim to salvation. Free yourself from depression. Don't let it take your life, your families life, or the life you have planned for yourself.
We are all stronger than we think.
#Depressionsurvivor.
That's all I think of when I see another lost soul succumbing to the depths of depression. I take a step back, and hope that someone...
anyone else can help them...
because I know I can't.
I cant even help myself.
But I hope for them. I hope that they dont give up. That they still wake up every day and still fight through it. Struggle to wake up, stuggle to eat or to stop eating. Struggle to get dressed or even put your hair up. Struggle to get your kids on the bus, pay the bills, go to work and work for 15 hours straight. Struggle to make dinner and struggle to make your partner happy. Struggle to find the motivation in just being a parent...looking into your child's eyes to remind yourself who your truly fighting for.
Struggle to find joy in anything.
Bed is the only place you want to be.
Where you cant let anyone down or have anyone let you down.
Where your eyes can rest and your soul can cry.
Where you dont have to fight so hard for something you dont want.
Where debt cant find you and problems only linger.
Depression is like knowing all the test answers but unable to pick up the pencil.
You let down the ones you love the most because it's just not the right time.
But it's never the right time....
Because you may have a day or two to remember why life is great, but that depression comes right on back and punches you in your crazy grin.
You can't catch your breath.
You see yourself succumb to the very someone you told yourself you'd never be again.
The holidays come and you sink lower. You fill yourself with anything that makes you feel good, but all it does is numb the pain for a moment.
On a good day you look back through those days you missed. The smiles that you didn't get to see from your little girl.
The humor you didn't share with your husband.
The crafts you didn't make, the cookies you didn't bake.
Depression steals the life right out from under you.
Everyday you have to take a deep breath and push through all the hatred your mind feeds you.
And if you try...
I mean really really push yourself through it...
You can learn to swim to salvation. Free yourself from depression. Don't let it take your life, your families life, or the life you have planned for yourself.
We are all stronger than we think.
#Depressionsurvivor.
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