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Why I Write About Depression

My fingers are on the keyboard again. There is a spell running through my mind, telling me to put all of this down. To write everything as soon as they pop up in my head... and I do. I keep on using the same words and if you haven't noticed yet, I'll tell you what they are. Darkness, Void, Emptiness, Cold. They might not seem too visible, but that's just how they really are.

We live in a society where these things are unnoticed. People commit suicide. So what right? There are those who can't cope up with what's happening in their lives. But who cares right? There are signs that suicidals show when they're about to hit the point of no return. But who notices right?

People sink into depression...
No, not sadness.

Sadness is a whole ballpark away from what depression is. Sadness is when you don't get the last piece of the pizza. When you failed the quiz. When your crush doesn't reply. That is sadness. Can it go deeper than that? Yes it might, but it will never reach the level of depression. You can be sad all you want, and you might actually go deeper, but there is a limit to what sadness can reach. And if you ask me what that limit is, it is actually very simple. Sadness doesn't kill. 

Depression takes you deeper. You start with the light just above you. You feel that you can make it through. All that's needed is a few strokes, then your head will be out of the water in no time. But then you remember one thing. You don't know how to swim. No one was there to teach you how to swim or float in the sea of depression. You don't even remember how you got to this point. Probably someone threw you off of the boat, or you just thought of that just to blame someone for what is about to happen. Then it begins. Your body sinks slowly, carefully, as if the creature holding you wanted you to struggle for air and you do.

You flail your arms about, you trash your legs, you move as much as you could. Just to show that even if you chose to sink, there was a part of you that still wanted to fight...to keep going. But then your body stops cooperating. Slowly the light fades and everything turns to night. Until you arrive at your destination. And here again I'll use all the same words because this is really where all things end.

Cold...

Darkness...

Emptiness...

Void...