Being broken and misunderstood
People care. They do. They just don't understand.
They don't understand the pain, how it affects us or how it HURTS.
Being depressed feels like losing someone you love, only that someone is you.
I fought battles that were not meant to be fought by me at such young age and things are reflecting now.
I'm broken.
Life broke me.
I am in constant pain, I constantly cry. I constantly have the urge to get outta the house and spend the whole day in a library or a bookstore. That calms me down somehow.
Sometimes I want to talk, other times I'm quiet.
I show obvious signs I am unwell and people do nothing. Don't they understand a HUG makes things better?
Why is so hard for people to understand? To empathize? To be HUMAN?
@CallMeRachel4
Hii Rachel. I hear ya, and please know your words haven't gone unnoticed. It's true, sometimes the people around us may not grasp the extent of our struggles but know that it didn't diminish the validity of your emotions. You and the battles your facing matters.
Remember that your voice matters, your feelings are valid, and you are deserving of understanding and compassion. Even if the world doesn't understand, there are people out there who do.
You don't have to face this all alone, you got a whole community here to support you 💜
