I write stories to cope with depression and suicidal feelings (see my post “dream”). Here’s one of them.
Some days it’s bleak. It’s hopeless, and hurting, and she can’t erase that numbing, painful, hard-to-swallow ache in her chest. And on other days she’s bright and shining and happy.
No one believes her.
Sometimes she doesn’t even believe herself.
“How can she be depressed,” people say, “when she’s so happy all the time?”
How can she be suicidal when she wears her beautifully crafted mask?
She remembered how people reacted when she was first admitted for a psych consult. There had been outrage from her family, who didn’t believe it for a […]