Have you ever been in a crowded room and felt overwhelmingly alone?
Have you ever felt like begging someone to be there for you, listen to you, but fear being a burden on their seemingly happy life?
Do you feel like it's just a fairy tale to one day become truly happy?
There is a daily feeling of emptiness, shame, and being Worthless.
I dream of a day where I wake up to simply enjoy the day instead of wishing to get it all over with and move on to the next, just to hope for the same . I want to scream out, yell that I’m not okay. I’m not living but only surviving. Surviving the mental illness of depression. Sometimes I wonder if anyone else really understands the terrors of having your own mind as your worst enemy.