Depression,
I do not know why you picked this time of the year to show yourself, but I would like it if you went the fuck away. I am sick of being drained. I am sick of feeling like a burden to my family and friends. Does it make you feel better that I am beating myself up every damn day? Can you sleep at night knowing that I think about running away from the people that love me? You don’t know how it feels to look in the mirror every day, wondering why you look so numb. You could never understand how it feels to drag yourself to the bathroom to make yourself shower because this is the second day you try to convince yourself that you don’t need to take one. Depression you bring no light when you come around. You treat every day as a waste of time. I am done feeling nothingness when there is much life I should be living. Depression, I have no time to give you. I want to live. I want to breathe. I want to love and be loved. Depression, I want to leave you with this from Juliette Lewis:
“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”
Bye,
Ari
Ari Speaks Out 