Depression Support Group
Depression is a real and debilitating condition that is often misunderstood by family and friends. Its meaning can range from a prolonged period of sadness to an actual mental illness with specific symptoms. Find and share experiences with others who are going through the same struggles.
Dear my Clinical Depression,
I don't hate a lot of things, but boy, do I hate you. You robbed my of my adolecence. You devoured my brain at the age of eight. That means over half my life I have not been 'normal'. You took so many things from me. Memories I could have had, beautiful relationships that never blossumed and most importantly a chance. A chance to go outside and feel the sun on every inch of my body. To be happy.
They say that the age of 16 is the best of your life. I wasted my 16 because of you. You took that year away from me. I was in a coma, at the bottom of the ocean. I am nothing but your pupet. I'm like a breathing courpse. A 17 year old monster.
I want my life back. The one you took from a beautiful little girl all those years ago. She was supposed to grow up and be happy. Now there's no chance. Not only did you take that baby, you took whatever future she could have had. Any chance at a normal life, you took a knife to it. Slaughtering all hopes and dreams of ever making it out alive.
I hope you got your sick little fix by ruining my life. I'll see you at four in the morning when my nightmares shake me awake.
Until then,
Hailey
I don't hate a lot of things, but boy, do I hate you. You robbed my of my adolecence. You devoured my brain at the age of eight. That means over half my life I have not been 'normal'. You took so many things from me. Memories I could have had, beautiful relationships that never blossumed and most importantly a chance. A chance to go outside and feel the sun on every inch of my body. To be happy.
They say that the age of 16 is the best of your life. I wasted my 16 because of you. You took that year away from me. I was in a coma, at the bottom of the ocean. I am nothing but your pupet. I'm like a breathing courpse. A 17 year old monster.
I want my life back. The one you took from a beautiful little girl all those years ago. She was supposed to grow up and be happy. Now there's no chance. Not only did you take that baby, you took whatever future she could have had. Any chance at a normal life, you took a knife to it. Slaughtering all hopes and dreams of ever making it out alive.
I hope you got your sick little fix by ruining my life. I'll see you at four in the morning when my nightmares shake me awake.
Until then,
Hailey
Although I do think it is good to externalise the depression, to see it as something separate than yourself and to realise that it is something that can be fought against.
Good luck.
Please go and speak with someone, you're young and got a full life to lead.
I am remaining positive the actions I'm putting in place will lead me to a better place.