Depression is a black tar that sinks into the cracks in your soul and fills you with raw unadulterated misery.
When you start to recover, even a little bit, the tar seeps out and you begin to feel empty, which in turn makes you feel depressed again.
Is death the only way to end this cursed cycle?
It doesn’t get better, it gets worse.
So much worse.
One half of me wants to get better and recover and travel and go to uni and make amazing memories with my friends and have a family of my own someday.
The other half wants to die.
I wonder which half will succeed?
Suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide.. I can’t get the thought out of my head.