Youâre just sad.
I have depression. Itâs simple right? Everyone knows depression, itâs that thing that makes you sad. Isnât it?
I wish it was just sadness, because sadness I can explain. Sadness makes sense to people. Something bad happens and then youâre sad, simple.
But sadness makes up a very small part of depression and everyoneâs depression manifests in different ways.
I find it hard at times to explain my depression because I donât have words that fit with what I feel, or I donât feel.
My episodes of depression can begin very slowly. I donât even see it coming. It creeps in bit by bit.
I suppose I first noticed it when I become tearful a lot easier. Thereâs the sadness aspect to it. I would relive painful memories often.
Then there can be moments of anger or numbness, fear or being overwhelmed. Suddenly all these emotions take over and you donât always know what youâre actually feeling. However you carry on with everyday life and try to ignore the black cloud moving over you. You say âIâm fineâ to anyone who asks. But slowly you begin to fade into the darkness, nothing matters anymore. You become so exhausted from trying to get through each day.
People might see you as being âmoodyâ or âdistantâ but you donât mean to be. You withdraw yourself to protect others because you like a burden being around them.
Everything you once knew and everything you could do becomes difficult. The smallest of tasks feel impossible. There are days that brushing your teeth, or making a drink just feel overwhelming. You feel silly saying to people that youâre struggling with these things as you think they should be simple.
Depression strips you of all sense of security, you question everything. I often donât feel human, itâs like Iâm walking in a bubble and nothing around me feels real. I dissociate often and feel really lost. I never feel like Iâm good enough and no matter what I do I just wonât be okay. Itâs draining feeling so negative all the time.
And often people say things like âthink positivelyâ, âyou have so much to live forâ, âjust stay busyâ, âyouâve felt like this before, it will passâ. For me no matter what you say my brain will just shut it down, I canât think positively, I donât want to live, I am too tired to stay busy and great Iâve felt like this before but doesnât mean I want to go through it again and it doesnât make this any easier.
Iâm sure it feels impossible to be around me, I can even feel how miserable I am to be around. But I genuinely canât help it.
Depression isnât just one bad day, or when something doesnât go your way. Itâs crippling. For me itâs chronic, itâs something I have to face time and time again. My brain doesnât produce the right amount of chemicals.
I work so hard to get through life, i try and make the right choices and I honestly donât want to be depressed.
So, to any of you fighting depression, I see you. I know youâre trying to fight when you feel like flying.
Depression isnât just sadness!
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Happiness
Do you ever wonder if weâre born with a certain amount of happiness and once youâve used it all then itâs gone.
And certain events take off so much happiness from you, like trauma or grief.
And what if Iâve used mine up and my tank is empty and Iâm just fighting for the scrappy bits at the bottom. Like when your car runs out of fuel.
A car you can refill with fuel but what if I canât refill with happiness and Iâm just left with this empty tank. When you leave a car with no fuel it doesnât move and itâs just stuck in one place and if you try to move, parts slowly break and soon the car becomes useless and only good for scrap.
No one wants a useless car. No one wants an empty human.
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Tired
Iâm tired.
Of walking on eggshells.
Of having no motivation.
Of faking smiles.
Of talking too much.
Of hurting others.
Of not being good enough.
Of being hurt.
Of trying too hard.
Of feeling I should try harder.
Of this back and forth.
Of being upset with myself.
Of this weight that threatens to crush me.
Of needing a break.
Of not doing anything.
I am tired.
I was not meant
To play this game.
~A.G. 11/7/19
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BODY IMAGE
People always ask me why I wear sports clothes all the time, I just say because theyâre âcomfortableâ. But the truth about the word âcomfortableâ runs a lot deeper.
For example today I needed to go out to the shops, I felt like wearing a pair of jeans, you know something different for a change. I put a pair on and a cute top, I looked in the mirror and felt disgusted, I hated how my legs looked in the jeans, my huge thighs, my stomach bulging through, my flabby arms... everything just looked HUGE.
I tried on a different pair of jeans.... nope still the same, I felt nauseous and couldnât even see my face properly in the mirror, everything looked weird and not real. I could only see the imperfections of my body. I grabbed at my thighs, my belly, my arms, hoping they could just shrink.
I tried on a different top but I could see my belly and arms and they were huge and disgusting.
I thought about what the people in the shops might say:
âEww why is she wearing that, she looks hugeâ
âThose jeans are too small for her fat assâ
âYou can see her fat belly through that topâ
âThat outfit doesnât goâ
âThose jeans arenât in fashion anymoreâ
âHas she looked in a mirror recentlyâ
The thoughts go on....
So I take the clothes off, give up on the idea of jeans and put my sports clothes back on. Feeling disappointed in my weight and frustrated with my size.
Itâs not that I think sports clothes make me thinner itâs just a comfort I have become used to. I know exactly how I feel in sports clothes, I love comfy trainers and I can always count on my black leggings to make me feel a little more secure.
This isnât to make people comment and make me feel better about myself (you wonât anyway) but just a little glimpse into me feeling âcomfortableâ in sports clothes.
I have struggled with body image from a very young age, I know many others who have and still do. Itâs horrible and debilitating. From the moment I wake up to the time I go to sleep I think about my weight and my body.
Today I am in my sports clothes but one day I might be able to wear jeans and not hate what I see in the mirror.
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