“What are you doing?” they ask. I’m dying. Why is that so hard to understand?
I don’t want to be dying. It’s not like this is fun. Feeling like dying isn’t normal. It’s not enjoyable. It’s not something I want to do. It just feels like I’m out of options.
In some ways, I’m actually very happy the people around me don’t understand my feelings. I mean, maybe they would if I told them how I felt, but I don’t really want to find out.
The beauty of anonymity, in terms of depression, is that you don’t know who it is that feels this way. You know how […]
