Someone asked me what depression feels like. In one word, Trapped.
Sometimes,there is a giant void in your chest which you know you need to fill in, but you somehow cannot bring yourself to do it.
Some days, there is a storm in your head, with thoughts like ravens which claw in with their beaks and talons and all you feel is being stuck in a quicksand.
Some days, it’s a struggle to even take up a comb to brush your hair, or just eating.
There is a black hole of thoughts and emotions being sucked off from you and you are too exhausted or weak to do anything about it.
It’s like having a pet dementor in your head and your head becomes Azkaban.
It’s like being stuck on a same sad song on repeat, which you cannot switch off.
It’s like seeing the world go by around you and being stuck in the same time and same place, unable to move.
It’s like one of the those dreams, when you want to scream your heart out, but no voice comes out.
But you know what the worst part is?
It’s the voice in your head, which sometimes becomes your worst enemy and constantly reminding you, that somehow, you deserve it.
It’s like a tornado of emotions inside your head, but no one can see it.
It’s like a disaster, but you are the only casualty.