I need someone to listen. Not judge, not give advice. Just listen and support me. I feel the anxiety building already. I don’t wanna feel this. I need it gone.
I don’t wanna lose you. Ugh.
I don’t always get “depressed” when something bad happens. Depression sneaks up on me when I least expect it. I wake up one morning, not wanting to leave bed. I don’t want to go hang out with my friends or see that movie I’ve been dying to watch. I don’t want to talk about it, because there’s nothing to talk about.
There’s just this stinging feeling in my chest. This little voice that’s telling me to be upset and withdrawn for no reason at all. And because I don’t want to go on medicines, I have to trust myself. Most of the time I know that taking a drive or writing or going for a walk will help to make me feel better. However there are still times when the depression just takes over completely. It doesn’t allow for the emergency exits to be used. So I’m left to just wait it out. Endure the pain I’m feeling inside and know that it’s not permanent.
So if I seem upset and I tell you that nothing happened…just please believe me.