Dead Inside


Our mental health is more important than we realize a lot of the time. I've struggled with depression for many years, and there have been some dark times. Luckily I have friends and family who I can use as a support system.
Something that I have never fully appreciated is that I have ways to express the thoughts in my head, a way to visualize how I am feeling.  I want to do that more; hopefully it will bring me some clarity in the future.
Depression really messes with me at times. I feel numb to the world and that I'm in a darkness I can't escape from.  There are always good days and bad days, and on the bad ones I feel like this. I hope that if anyone reading this feels the same way, that they are able to talk to the people close to them about it.

You aren't alone.

 - Cody S.

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