On behalf of sadness

One day you are okay, you feel like you are doing something for your life to be better, you follow your heart and it feels like it’s not long until things start feeling better again because that one day you woke up with hope.

Next morning, not so much, you had a bad dream, you woke up late, you start running because you already messed up your day by not being responsible enough, you start feeling shitty and your mind starts filling itself with hideous ideas of yourself. You don’t want to talk to anyone, you don’t want to be seen or bothered in any way. You want you and your self-destruction only.

People of course get mad, what did they do to you to be avoided? why aren’t you texting back or picking up calls?

But you simply just wish to disappear, giving no explanations to anyone ever again, facing nothing, how cowardly, yes.

You know the things they say when you are sad that you have to go through this to live something better? Well what if sadness is there constantly and it is a real struggle to get out of that lifestyle? I think…

It’s called depression.