She gently tightens her scarf around her neck before she steps out of her toasty car. Her depression has been crushing her, crushing everything she is passionate about. Locking her car door behind her, she quickly walks across the street with her eyes pointed towards the sidewalk. She’s almost there; her long, pale fingers grasp the brass doorknob as she opens the door into another world.
Books. Everywhere with their pale pages, they invite her to delve into a world other than the one she lives in. The ink and paper smells comfort her as she begins the search for her […]
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Not gonna sit here and spill my guts about why my life is terrible. If you’re here, you most likely looked up suicide. Feelin’ pretty good right now. It’s Saturday, nobody is home, it’s just getting dark, and I’ve just returned from every bookstore in the area spending money I had no real right to. It’s not to say that being depressed and wanting to end yourself will get you everything you want. Depression is deep, soul-shattering at it core, even if you don’t know it. Every time your heart pumps blood through your body, it aches to know you’re still alive. But you are. […]