Am I sad? Am I okay? Am I fine? What am I?
Entering a depressive episode is like going back to a place you thought you’ll never come back to and being stuck inside its four walls. It’s like being trapped in a place where only sadness, pain, and brokenness prospers – a place devoid of anything that brings light.
I always come to a pause whenever I enter this place. I freeze in time and let seconds pass by me, as I struggle to breathe like a true properly functioning human being. People tell me to try helping myself, but how can I when it feels like I am suffocated by two hands holding my neck tightly every time I do anything at all.
It feels like I don’t even own my body anymore. Like I am a ghost living inside a shell. A supposed girl who used to grieve so much for things that happened to her.
Am I sad? Am I okay? Am I fine? What am I?
I don’t know, honestly.
