Quicksand

Do you know what depression is like?

It's like escaping from quicksand, if you had never learned what quicksand was before.

You don't realize you have it, until you wake up wishing you hadn't.

And getting rid of it? It's like wanting to fly, but not knowing which muscle to flex.

It's awful. You aren't mad at anyone, you feel, blank.

Like you are seeing in black and white, and everyone else sees color.

You don't care.

Everything is a chore.

Smiling is like wearing a mask.

You here "are you ok?" all the time.

You see a driving car, and think 'jump in front.'

It's awful.

No one gets it.

When people say "I feel so depressed," you just think no, you don't.

Depression hurts.

And there's nothing you can do.

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