Depression is such an awful thing, I sit here looking through my window at the warm sunny day outside, at the people walking past in summery clothes, happy and content with their lives, I want to join them and yet, I struggle to get up out of bed, I struggle to get ready, let alone go out, all I have is an emptiness within me best suited to the cold; yes, I feel it most on warm sunny days.
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Yeah, I hate when it’s nice out for those same reasons.
I feel the same way, particularly cause I love the sun yet now I seem unable to really feel it like I used to.