I don’t want to say it but I need to say it. It is part of my life whether I like it or not. Sometimes I feel like it is all there is in my life. And so, I let it wash over me like a wave.
I try to be tough. I try to laugh it off. I try to live my life regardless of me having this thing. I try to push myself. I try to think positive. I try tattoos just for the pain. I feel like, no matter the circumstances, there is no improvement in my life. Am I deluding myself from seeing what it is or is it true?
I keep finding myself running in circles while chasing and biting my own damn tail. I’m bleeding out and I don’t care. I want the blood to be drained from my body till I feel nothing. Just let the light deem enough till you can’t see it.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have Clinical Depression.