I Battle Depression
...last night as I was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling.
I felt numb, I had been feeling numb all evening. Ever since I got in from work and heaven alone knows why.
I didn't cut myself, I was too lazy even to get out of bed and do it. Plus, I didn't really know how to. But that's hardly the point.
Cutting felt like an attractive proposition.
Not to try and die, not to try and gain attention, almost to force myself to feel something.
I'd been making progress with getting through depression...
Then last night happened and I've gone back past square 1. Not at the bottom of the ladder, but half buried in the ground below.
Where do I go from here?
I felt numb, I had been feeling numb all evening. Ever since I got in from work and heaven alone knows why.
I didn't cut myself, I was too lazy even to get out of bed and do it. Plus, I didn't really know how to. But that's hardly the point.
Cutting felt like an attractive proposition.
Not to try and die, not to try and gain attention, almost to force myself to feel something.
I'd been making progress with getting through depression...
Then last night happened and I've gone back past square 1. Not at the bottom of the ladder, but half buried in the ground below.
Where do I go from here?