What is the worst thing about depression?
-that you’re always miserable?
-that you can’t escape it unless you die?
-that it’s insanely hard to find a good, reliable way to end it all?
-the crushing loneliness and isolation?
-to not be understood?
-to no longer have passion or zest for life? or any desire to do much of anything?
-the unfortunate reality that you can’t be unborn?
-that this could’ve been prevented had certain circumstances had not happened (that’s either beyond your control, or self-perpetrated)?
-[insert your own reason]
Which one(s) are the worst for you, personally?
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For me, depression feels like being trapped and not being able to come out of this trap. Being isolated 24/7, feeling lost and helpless, and the really worst part of it is this permanent tiredness… You don’t have the power to go out, face people, get in any interaction or enjoy the simplest things… I just want to sleep the entire time, making the whole world disappear, just nothingness, non-existence, the calm….. that’s what I’m longing for…
Eternaldarkness and BallerinaOfDeath, you both express exactly how I feel. For me it’s “all of the above.” I just can’t anymore. My… essence? spirit? mental and emotional and physical energy? …is being constantly drained, and never refilled. My life started out with just one person in it, dominating it. I grew up in her shadow. I never really escaped it and now I have nobody else in my life again. It’s ending like it began. Maybe I could deal with all the crap that’s been thrown in my face if I had friends, but alone? Nope. She keeps me too weak. So I just sit in my cave (dark room with my back to the only window), staring at the blank wall and crying all day, remembering what it felt like to have feelings and experiences, to be happy, to have friends, to think I had a future… then thinking about what it’s like now, knowing there are things I have to do before I can Escape, being scared of the Escape itself, and then collapsing into numbness because my brain can’t handle those thoughts anymore… so I don’t get the things done I need to get done… I’m going nowhere, I’m just rotting and wishing I weren’t conscious.
For me, it’s like not having control of your life. Life is like an endless torturing routine. Force yourself to wake up struggle through the day and come home and sleep. Not motivation to go anywhere or even socialize. Having to put on a mask for the people in your life. It drains every ounce of you. Makes you either feel numb or excruciating pain.
I hate my psychiatrist. So I stopped seeing him. Now I’m all alone.
That it makes me want to die SO BADLY and that it tells me I don’t have enough courage to kill myself at the same time
-that you can’t escape it unless you die. Most of the others I can find temporary ways around. Like blasting my brain with some drug for a day. But theres no escaping not until I die.
What it does over time.
it “chips” away at your soul?
Lol 😀
That the only way to end the pain seems to be death, yet at the same time that would cause a shitload of pain to my family. Loose-loose situation.