do you ever just want to redecorate your bedroom and change your hair and all your clothes and completely reinvent yourself but then realise it takes time and money then retreat to your bed and hate who you are
my heart beats in letters and my blood pumps in words.
I will never not reblog this. It is the most accurate description of depression I have seen. You are struggling you can’t do things but you’re watching everyone else deal with things and do things. You’re struggling and you’re drowning, inhaling water instead of air, panicking about your life and how it ended up like this and everyone is is treading water, playing, splashing, having the time of their life and you are in pain, in a constant battle to get something you need; air, happiness, strength. Everyone else just has that already, no struggle, no pain for them
or so it seems.
you never know who’s drowning out there.
things i am scared of doing:
- ordering food in a restaurant
- walking down a busy high street on my own
- talking to people on the phone
- eating in front of people
- asking for help in a shop
- meeting new people
- being in a big crowd of people with a lot of people i don’t know
the future looks bright for me