MY kind of depression

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
This short story is what depression represents and feels like to me personally. I do not want people coming away from this story believeing my kind of depression is the only kind because it is not.

Submitted: June 26, 2017

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It makes me laugh. Depression as a whole makes me laugh, metaphorically speaking. MY depression feels like a cloud, it is always lurking in the back of my mind, just touching the brain itself. The cloud is heavy and dark. I believe the haunting cloud is filled with MY fears, bad dreams and secrets i want to hide deep beneth the surface. Out of reach and out of sight. It hurts. The cloud hurts MY emotions when i go back to it. We are physically attached. MY depression causes me to choke and tear up when someone brings up a subject that i secretly fear talking about. MY depression causes me to run out of rooms, buring hot with steam abandoning my face just to spend 10 minuets breaking down, telling myself i can't do this anymore. It huts. It causes me to feel alone. I cry to myself in the middle of the night with no vaild reason at all. MY internal screams are almost to loud to bare sometimes but whats most frustrating is that no-one else can hear them. You are drowing in your own fears and no-one has any idea. Depression is scary and it scares to you think that one day you will be completely sucked in my this fearsome hole that wants to collaspe your whole world around you. Until you, as a single person is left with no-one, having to fend for yourself, thats when depression will stop the its cruel ways.


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