I have been through a lot and I am still am. I always hear people saying that depression is real but I never thought I would experience it first-hand. As strong-willed as I am, I found myself on my knees, broken and feeling many emotions. I could feel the walls closing in on me.

I never thought I would be at such a low point in my life where suicide seemed like the best option for me. I know depression may seem like something small but it is more serious than it looks. I found myself unable to think of anything positive, even the things that made me happy, no longer did. Writing was one of the things that gave me strength, but I even lost interest in that too.

All I wanted was to stay in bed all day and do nothing. It was as if it was just me against the world, I felt numb. I hated feeling hopeless and helpless; it was as if I was trapped inside a dark hole. Somehow, a part of me knew I needed help but I was not ready to talk anyone about how I felt, especially some stranger.

You see weeks and months passed by, but I remained the same. The clock kept ticking but time stood still in my life.

I had been told by family and friends that I needed help and I knew deep down that I did. I knew that I would never heal if I wasn’t ready to talk and deal with my demons. I had to first find the power within me to fight and I needed to remember that I made it this far, I was too close to give up now.

As much as it hurts sometimes, life goes on. The pain never lasts forever because seasons do change.


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