Tag Archives: depression
Sometimes in the dead of night, I thought about dying. It wasn’t always because everything felt overwhelming. Sometimes it was more a desire to see if anyone would care, if anything would change. We are such insignificant lives on this … Continue reading
If you scream into the silence, and nobody hears you, then did you scream at all?
How much can a person change? How much of them is an intrinsic part of their personality, that will bend like a blade of grass in the wind, but will always return to its original stance? Where is the line … Continue reading
Living with depression is difficult. It’s a thick presence that hangs in the air, invisible but tangible. It’s heavy, inescapable, constantly there. It’s like cigarette smoke, it clings to you even when you’re not aware of it. It’s the sickness … Continue reading
The third time it happens, it’s not shock that fills her. Not even disbelief. It’s more a sort of tiredness, the desire to pull the covers over her head and forget about everything. And underneath that weariness, an old hurt, … Continue reading