This is Depression

No Foolin’ This is Depression

No Foolin’ This is Depression

  • My head hurts.
  • Is it really already time to get up?
  • What’s the point?
  • Where the hell did this depression come from?
  • Why won’t it go away?
  • What’s wrong with me?
  • Why am I so tired?
  • It’s only two o’clock? Really?
  • Get your ass moving, you’re pathetic.
  • I should do something.
  • Anything.
  • It’s only five o’clock? Really?
  • Why?
  • Is this all in my head? what the hell is wrong with me?
  • I’m a terrible wife.
  • Sigh.
  • How do people with kids deal with depression?
  • Meh.
  • Why can’t everyone just leave me alone?
  • Nope, don’t wanna talk.
  • Everyone gets depressed, what’s wrong with me?
  • Are these feelings even mine?
  • Of course they are…
  • Strolls through Twitter….
  • Ugh.
  • Oh great, there’s the headache again.
  • I can go to bed at 7:30pm, right?
  • Hmpf.
  • I can’t get out of my own head.
  • I’m pathetic.
  • So tired.
  • I can’t imagine how it feels to have “real” problems.
  • But I’m taking my meds…this makes no sense.
  • The sun is shining, life is good…what’s wrong with me?
  • I wonder what normal feels like.
  • How did the entire day go by already?
  • I hate everything.
  • This too shall pass.

Right? I mean this will pass. It always does.


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