Imagine: Being out in the middle of the ocean alone, you look North, South, East, West, only to realize there’s no end to it. You’re lost, stranded, no one to help. That’s depression
Imagine: You’re starting to find your way: you see the shore. You see all the people on the shore laughing, smiling, breathing the air the earth has given them. You start calling out for help, wanting someone to toss you a life line, but no one hears you. You keep swimming towards the shore, only to realize that the currents are pulling you back in. It never ends.
This is my life, this is what I feel on a daily basis. Wish it weren’t this way, but it is.