"People who think depression is a choice, take a second to think. How would it feel to wake up and not having the emotional strength to face people? To think that time is just passing by with no real reason? To feel so alone even when you are sitting in a room full of people? To have to put on a face and hide your feelings because in your mind you think no one would care anyway? To lose friends because you can't find the strength to go out and you can't physically be 'happy'? To cry yourself to sleep, hoping tomorrow will be a better day then when you do you are exhausted from the night before, and it starts all again? You try to hide your feelings hoping no one would notice, and more.
Now tell me why someone would chose that? Depression is an illness, not a choice."
~Unknown
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
