Writer. Artist. Gamer. Book addict. Coffee Chugger. Fantasy lover. Tree Hugger. Medieval Dweller. Loner.
So I found this picture, I think, a night ago and knew that I needed to post it here.
This is my Depression.
It’s not knife cuts and black mascara. Eating disorders and severe anxiety problems.
my depression lies within my mind.
I often wondered if I could even call it a depression…haha…not your average cup of coffee huh?
The demons represent everything I’ve ever been told in my life:
Among many others.
I survived my high school life with these demons within me.
pat on the back?
These demons LIVE within me.
From years of being judged and misunderstood, they were born into my mind and torture me when I am alone.
Some days I say “Fuck it” and choose to be happy, knowing that they hate it when I do that.
But they never leave.
You see my friend, that’s the thing about pain.
Once you’ve begun to ignore it, the more it DEMANDS to be felt.