A Story To Be Told...
A story to be told… It has been almost 6 years since I have been fighting it, and the worst that’s been said to me is: “You’re overthinking.” “Is that all you’re depressed about?” “Stop overreacting all the time.” This is not me overreacting or overthinking my thoughts over and over again. This is me dealing and suffering with depression. This is my demon running its black toxins through my head, poisoning my thoughts and feelings. It is not an emotion, it is an illness. A completely illogical illness. From everyone else’s point, they see the most positive thing going in my life. But when it strikes, at least for me, it makes me feel as if a part of my mind has turned off the switch to be able to enjoy or feel things. It makes me feel as if my brain has sniffed off my personality and misplaced it somewhere else. I am there but not there at the same time. I didn’t choose it. It came to me and the worst thing is that it is still hard to ...