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to make that final spiritual journey where the Goddess would alleviate this crushing heartbreak and grant me peace. Depression is a poison of the heart and mind. It spreads like rust and tarnishes the soul, corroding its way through to the core until you begin to diminish, fall into ruin, beyond salvation, into this pit of despair that you can't crawl out from. The voices grow louder here; they are repetitive, grinding you down until all that's left is to accept your fate. They're right. What am I? I am nothing. I have nothing left. I am worthless. I am better off dead.

“She’s not worth it. She’s nothing. You’re everything. You hear me? You’re still here. We’re still here.” But I wasn’t. Not really. The depression hit like a truck after that. Days blurred into weeks, hospital to home, home to couch, couch to bed. Rowan was a saint cooking terrible soup , massaging my feet when they cramped from lying around too much, bringing me tea I didn’t drink, telling stupid jokes that made me want to punch him and hug him at the same time. But inside it was just black. Heavy. Endless.

She would keep going into severe depression since Deuta’s death. “The small hole his glabella keeps coming back,” she would often say. The anti-depressants she took would make her restless, often leading her into never-ending yelling sprees. In those moments she would tell the entire world what household chores Nisim and I could have learnt doing better in the time we spent with our individual pursuits. Nisim and I would remain quiet, often trying to find something to do, like doing the dishes or dusting the living room.

I answered. “Well, I don't think that's a reason to almost drown yourself, life is beyond this. I can see that man has the hots for you even if he doesn't know, he feels something for you, that's a start. Whenever you feel depressed, take his card and go on a shopping fee instead of drowning in sorrows and wanting to end your life.” She advised, my eyes popped out and almost unhinged itself from the socket.

His words still float and often made me dizzy every time my chest feels the sheer pressure and my tears fall showing them what a loser I am. "Ella, honey, I'm sorry I didn't mean..." Jacqueline hugged me and I sunk back into my depression. Gemma had asked if I want to go back to my parents but I shook my head and looked at my empty wall. I never look myself in the mirror, I knew I lose weight because all of my clothes were getting too big for me. But I was not hungry, I was not in the mood for talking, I just want to sleep and paint, and imagine my empty wall.