Depression is this.

What is it like to have depression?

 

It’s like waking up with a thousand knives in your head,

accompanied by a thousand violent voices.

 

It is being paralyzed by the anticipation of completing even the simplest of tasks,

like taking a shower,

or getting dressed,

or just getting out of bed.

 

It is overthinking every fucking thing that happens to you,

and second guessing every fucking thing you do,

everything that someone else does,

and everything in between.

 

Depression is this.

 

It is staying in bed until 12,

even though you wake up at 8.

 

It is over-exercising,

under-nourishing.

 

It is a mask…

telling people time and time again “I’m fine” and “I’m okay”

when inside you are crumbling,

exhausted.

 

It is 4 a.m. staring at the ceiling,

ripping off your clothes

because you can’t stand to be in your own skin.

 

Depression is this.