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“Do you usually sleep this late?” He grunted. “Like I said, damn tablets give me insomnia. So lately, yes.” I nodded. “Has Doc said how long it'll be for the side effects to wear off?” “Few weeks. Like normal.” I knew it was a touchy subject for Dad. As much as he hated the fact he was living without Mom, he hated appearing weak. To him, depression was a sign of weakness. It was not. Depression was a sign of strength – because it meant no matter how weak your mind might be to you, your heart is still strong enough to feel.

I took a deep breath and spoke; "Hey sorry for taking so long I don't wanna know but Janet. " "Are you okay? Your eyes are swollen and it looks like you have been having a crying session ,which is not good because you always need to be happy no matter what mood you're in." "Don't remind me. I can identify the feelings I'm feeling and right now I'm feeling to feelings of obsession and depression." " I really want to see you smiling so; explain to me why you feeling obsessed? "

Justin said before laughing a little. “You know, maybe I’m just not a good fit for this job…” I said without any real regret. “Do you want to quit?” Justin asked after a short pause. “I don’t know...I’m sorry, I know that I’m not making sense,” I apologized sadly. If only quitting was an option for me right now. My debts are waiting for me, and I also didn’t want to give up on this. It was probably me being stubborn and overly daring. I felt tired and depressed, but I knew that I could recover and that I had to turn things around. I can’t give in… --To be continued…

Summer held her cell phone to her ear, furrowing her brows and kneading her forehead with her hand. Sherman was crying again. “Summer, things have been peaceful recently until now. I have been trying my best to forget the incident and not to talk about it. I am calm; so calm that I started to be surprised by myself. I am actually depressed and feeling horrible. I feel like my head is going to explode. I feel like drinking. Where are you? Can you come out and drink with me?” Sometimes, getting too depressed is not a good thing, as it could manifest as a superficial calmness.

I couldn't let the world see how much Trent had broken me. But behind closed doors, I used to break down into tears. I used to have a bad breakdown that left me drained and numb. I was drowning. I was deep in depression. I was dead inside. And what was harder was the smile I used to fake for the world. The same world that mocked and ridiculed me. One time I came back home after I quit working at Pixel TV.

Depression's heavy chains wrapped around me. In the darkness, I whispered: "I'm losing myself."

“I’m just going out for a bit, Ate Rose. I need some coffee.” “Coffee won’t help you sleep. Have warm milk; there’s some in the jar.” Ruth nodded, “Okay, sorry for waking you up.” “Don’t worry. We’re all worried about you. Mom keeps asking about you. She’s afraid you might do something drastic.” She scoffed, “Tiya Mening is exaggerating. I’m not thinking about that.” “Well, we don’t know. When a person is depressed, rational thinking goes out the window. Depression is a formidable foe, Ruth Mirabelle.”

Depression had become a heavy shroud that enveloped me each morning, making it difficult to find the strength to get out of bed. The weight of the scandal, the loss of reputation, and the betrayals I had experienced had left me feeling emotionally drained and defeated. Yet, despite my better judgment, I always found myself reaching for my phone. As I scrolled through my notifications and messages, I couldn't escape the feeling of dread that had become a constant companion. But something compelled me to return to the online chatroom where my #TEVIE fans had once gathered, a place where I had been celebrated and supported.

An arrow hit me right in the chest. The sorrows written in my fate breaking me mercilessly, under the terror of losing my sanity, the horror of hearing what has just happened. What have I done..? The scar given to me will increase from time to time, nothing can save me from this unnerving swamp of repentance and sadness. Overwhelmed by the feeling of this tormenting dejection, the light of hope fades away. No words can explain the depression I am going through, it's endless. “I am so sorry…” I rest my head on Rebecca’s lap to give myself some consolation.

“Come on, just a sip.” “Oh…no.” I insist. “Yeah…I want to… feel this ‘feeling’ sober. I guess you could say that.” I finish as I gesture at the gravestones around us. “Nothing gets people recognising their mortality like the dead and dying.” He utters before taking a swig. “So, how do you deal with this?” “‘This’ as in existential depression?” “No!” I chuckle slightly. Have we ever had such a light conversation before? It feels good.