It was hard for me to make her understand, every word I spoke – all went over her head. I felt hopeless. It wasn’t her fault. She was just trying to put her pieces together.

You could see it in her eyes – she was tired. Tired of waking up every day, feeling the same way. Nothing ever changed, no matter how much she tried. She would go out, keep herself busy, force herself to talk to people just so she could “forget”. Do you know how hard it is?

To show the world that you are “ok”, putting on a fake smile when all you want to do is cry. Having a conversation with someone when all you can think of is suicide. Anxiety so high, it takes over your life. Screaming for help but nobody can hear. Doing anything to block out this pain. Anything to feel numb.

Imagine being trapped in four walls. No windows, no doors. She lived that every day…

(An insight into depression)

Show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and I will show you how it still shines like gold. – Nikita Gill

Dedicated to a friend who is so strong, who I have so much respect for. You are so special to me. 🌻


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