Depression is telling you a boldface lie and dressing it as truth.
Light does not mean that there is no more night, but that the night can be illuminated and overcome.
How can anyone be that cute?
I love you
I would never ask you to wear a mask for me in order to hide what you’re going through. I love you, no matter what.
There’s a dark cloud covering the great sun you are. After it lifts, you’ll be shining.
At some point we have to face it. The only question seems to be just when. My emotions can only control me as long as I don't want to admit them. They are a way to get to know me better. Emotions show me how well I can deal with situations. Emotions are a measure of my own development.
Over time I learned to deal with difficult feelings like loneliness, fear and hopelessness. That doesn't mean they've lost their horror for me. It means a lot more, they're familiar to me. I can face them differently.
I find the loss of strength much more serious. Dealing with the inner emptiness is already a challenge for me. To still go further, to raise me up again and again. Without energy, even that becomes a farce. When simple daily routines exhaust me, the fear grows that I will not be able to get up again at some point.
It's important to me to show the people around me how I feel. Dropping the mask, putting me through to others. This is not an easy task and requires a lot of effort. Feelings of shame and worthlessness are spreading. Opening up to this vulnerability is unfamiliar.
There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.
At some point, the time may come when you can't go any further on your own anymore. In other words: I need help. Admitting that isn't easy sometimes. But why go the hard way alone?
Contacts imply the willingness to show myself. Without contact to the people around me I would become even more lonely. Yes, I am actually dependent on it in difficult situations. As the mental pressure increases, help takes on a different meaning.