Current Location: The Sunken Place

IMG_0705.jpeg

.

.

.

Depression is hard. 

.

.

It’s like an anchor that occasionally lets the chain have enough slack to give you a moment to grab fresh air and be a normal, happy fucking version of yourself, but then it yanks you back down and keeps you under for an undetermined time period that you feel you have no control over. 

.

.

.

In some ways, it’s like an alternate universe. Something modeled after your own life? But negatively exaggerated, keeping you trapped in your thoughts born out of falsehoods and the opposite of rose colored glasses. Self destruction over and over again.

.

.

Even as you come out of it, it feels heavy. Your chest hurts. Literally. Your heart aches.

.

.

.

Having a situation where you are constantly on an emotional roller coaster is hard and it makes you hate yourself after the fact. And sometimes because you feel alienated you don’t even know what to think. This is where self hate is born.

.

.

Are you being weak if you admit you have an issue that is slowly taking over your whole life?

.

.

.

Does it matter?

.

.

.

Thoughts I had before I opened up and sought help.

Ashley OchiaghaComment