As being diagnosed with chronic depression at 15, and a survivor from suicide, this is a post aimed to feel like i am talking to you, the person reading this; To tell you a little thing that kept me alive.. 'hope.' As it is such a irritable and useless feeling to try and find help when feeling that you do not need it as life is just a 'waste.' That, which i just said, is depression talking, and oh trust me how much it lies. It's like it has its own disorder within the disorder (if that makes sense), being compulsive lying. Tells you all the negatives, but no positives, yet that is only because your not looking the other way for that very small to very big positive emotion. So, what do you do? Many things, you can continue to listen to the lies that seem so true making you believe nothing else but negative emotions, as well as avoidance and isolation etc... Yet just imagine, just imagine what once made you happy, and is still within your ability for you to gain whatever this happiness was, or dream to a achievable part in the future that you know will make you happy; that is just a part of hope. Only the start, to for once, try to ignore the lies inside your head, and hope... Hope for what is to come and happen and dream, because once you can do that, your on your way to not only beating this, becoming stronger, but telling yourself you did it, with dreams and hope.
