Some days itâ€™s easy to hate the reality of your own existence. Some times itâ€™s simple to think there isnâ€™t a point to getting by and getting on with life. Some how itâ€™s simple to die on the inside.
Sometimes…but not always. Sometimes people bring you back from the brink- a girlfriend, a boyfriend, a best friend etc… Until they leave me also.
I used to think that it would take some kind of life altering event to cause someone to spiral down the rabbit hole of depression, that people were born happy or content and then weâ€™re twisted by the world around us.
The more I think about it though the more I wonder if I was simply born without the necessary parts to make me a happy person. I donâ€™t remember a time when I would say I was happy to be alive or that I enjoyed being here.
Hi David, I can agree with how you are feeling. you sound alot like the way i feel. I dont know why you feel the way you do but i’m all ears if you’d like to chat about whats on your mind. Just rememeber, be yourself, think positive, keep your head high and be strong. Take Care.