Depression is full of plenty cruel twists, like feeling guilty for being sad, or uncontrollable crying, or just wanting to be dead even though I really don’t want to die but I am not really living anyway and there is so much pain I don’t think I can take it anymore. Or it could be the fact the the loneliness is so deep I feel like I am being driven mad but I struggle to connect with people bc I’m so sad it can be difficult to form a coherent sentence. And I don’t have the energy to go out with anyone anymore. But really I think the worst part of depression is that I am blamed for it.
I feel so crushed, so abysmally lonely, so utterly unloved.
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