The Dark Chaos
Craving chaos..
- Apr 17, 2020
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So here goesss what happened yesterdayyy...
I hadn't opened up about my depression to anyone till yesterdayy. I didn't know I was depressed until a friend of mine from SS told me about it. I just knew that I can't continue living. That I wanted to die. That I yearned for eternal sleep. I was amazed. I had thought depression was a case of lying around feeling vaguely despondent, and had absolutely no idea it could be so physically painful. I thought depression was for people who had difficult or troubled lives, whereas I counted myself incredibly lucky, as well as very happy. No-one would believe I was depressed, or eligible for depression.
Anyywayyss back to what happened yesterdayy..I thought about telling this person, whose more of a sister to me thann a friend, about myy suicidal tendencies and depression. I confided in her. Told her about howw eachh night I lay in bed but couldn't sleep. About how I kept staring at my food but couldn't eat. About how I cried daily each night and kept it a secret. About how my heart's broken but it still wouldn't stop beating.
I thought she'd keep my secret buried within her until I'm ready to tell my family and friends about it. But alas! To wish is to hope and to hope is to expect and expectations alwayys lead to disappointments!! She went on and told this to others. People who I know don't care about me. People whom I don't trust at all. Things got so messed up that my parents were one call away from knowing about it. I don't have a problem about them knowing about it. Its just that I want to be the one who tells them about it. Not someone else. But I ain't got guts to tell them about it yet. I don't want them to be worried about me. Especially now.
Was it too much to ask from her? Is it too much to confide in people? Is it too much to ask for someone who understands? Is it too much to ask for people who believe in you? Will it be too much to ask that I don't want to be missed when I'm all gone?
I know this doesn't makes sense but anywayys thanks for reading❤
I hadn't opened up about my depression to anyone till yesterdayy. I didn't know I was depressed until a friend of mine from SS told me about it. I just knew that I can't continue living. That I wanted to die. That I yearned for eternal sleep. I was amazed. I had thought depression was a case of lying around feeling vaguely despondent, and had absolutely no idea it could be so physically painful. I thought depression was for people who had difficult or troubled lives, whereas I counted myself incredibly lucky, as well as very happy. No-one would believe I was depressed, or eligible for depression.
Anyywayyss back to what happened yesterdayy..I thought about telling this person, whose more of a sister to me thann a friend, about myy suicidal tendencies and depression. I confided in her. Told her about howw eachh night I lay in bed but couldn't sleep. About how I kept staring at my food but couldn't eat. About how I cried daily each night and kept it a secret. About how my heart's broken but it still wouldn't stop beating.
I thought she'd keep my secret buried within her until I'm ready to tell my family and friends about it. But alas! To wish is to hope and to hope is to expect and expectations alwayys lead to disappointments!! She went on and told this to others. People who I know don't care about me. People whom I don't trust at all. Things got so messed up that my parents were one call away from knowing about it. I don't have a problem about them knowing about it. Its just that I want to be the one who tells them about it. Not someone else. But I ain't got guts to tell them about it yet. I don't want them to be worried about me. Especially now.
Was it too much to ask from her? Is it too much to confide in people? Is it too much to ask for someone who understands? Is it too much to ask for people who believe in you? Will it be too much to ask that I don't want to be missed when I'm all gone?
I know this doesn't makes sense but anywayys thanks for reading❤