I always pretend to be happy.
I always pretend to be okay.
I always pretend to be fine.
But I’m actually not.
I’m afraid to express my depression and anxiety.
People ask me why I am depressed.
The answer to that question is, I don’t know.
Asking me why I’m depressed is the same as asking “Why is your blood pressure so high?” to a hypertensive patient.
Stop saying that I am “too negative.”
I am just being truthful.
Stop saying that I should “be happy” because there are so many more people who live a worse life than I am.
Why do I have to be happy for their unhappiness?
Stop saying that I have to think about my family.
It is the same as “just live with it.”
Stop saying that I am “too sensitive”.
If you think depression is a result of being sensitive, you are underestimating it.
Why don’t you know that I am hiding my feelings?
Why don’t you know that I am sending signals for help?
I miss myself.
I miss old me.
When I had an innocent smile on my face.
You will never understand how I am dying inside.