I have been through this once.
Now I am going through this again.
I slowly feel myself falling into my old habits.
I sleep for almost the whole day.
I miss classes.
I miss assignments.
I eat once a day, barely anything.
I laugh nervously.
I avoid, once again.
I cry in my room.
I cannot think straight, this post might be garbage by the way.
Once again, I feel lost, confused.
I have people surrounding me yet I feel like I am alone in this world.
The light, the daylight, they seem to burn my eyes.
Therefore I feel like closing them just makes me feel safer.
"I am here for you," "You are not alone," You are strong."
I hear this but I don't analyze it, I just say "okay."
In reality, that doesn't matter to me anymore.
It just doesn't.
Any advice I get, I cancel out.
Not because I don't wan to hear it but because it's difficult.
I wish words meant something.
As this depression gnaws at me and grows every day, I become less of myself.
Once again, the numbness creeps in.
So funny how much things do not change in a year no matter how hard I try.
Yup, it has been a year.
If it weren't for my anxiety, I would be out of this world.
I am in between those two.
Anxiety on my right and depression on my left.
My head in the middle.
I give up.