Depression

You know what’s stupid? Depression is stupid.

It’s stupid and ridiculous and it hurts and it’s heavy sometimes and brings me down and weighs a ton and it’s like I can’t even get out of bed and it feels heavy on my heart, my head, my everything.

But sometimes it’s sharp. Sometimes it stabs me, and I can’t breathe. Sometimes it’s

help help help help can’t won’t help it hurts IT HURTS.

Sometimes it’s scary and it’s hyperventilation and tears and cracks in armor and vulnerability and I can’t handle it. I can’t handle anything.

It’s supposed to get easier. Why the hell isn’t it getting any easier?