• withlove_malini 47w

    This is my story..
    The story of how I'm conquering depression.

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    Part 1

    I remember it so well,
    the last December.
    I remember just lying in my bed,
    and crying the whole day.
    I didn't know why.
    I was happy. Right?

    I had a family that loved me,
    friends who supported me,
    nothing could possibly cause me this much misery.
    But still, there I was,
    tears rolling down the side of my face, faint sobs escaping ,
    as I pressed my mouth against the pillows.
    No one needs to know.
    Because crying indicates that I'm weak,
    and I'm not weak.

    So why am I crying?