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I downed the glass like my whole life depended on it and that's when I noticed that I'm depressed. I have been since that night I met Herman. But am I really? I do eat....... well not much. Not like I use to anyway and I'm always or maybe sort of sad. I sleep a lot and hate talking to anyone apart from a few people. Or maybe I'm over thinking it. The burn the liquid gives me is soothing as I reck my mind and heart for anything other than numbness.

I mumbled. Elliot looked up at me and slowly reached to grab my arm, “It's just a theory. I'm not saying that that's exactly what you have, but it's just something that you can relate to.” he said and showed me a page from his book. “So, most people with major depression have conditions that can be identified from the 5 things listed: feeling sad or irritable most days, less interested in most activities you once enjoyed, lose or gain weight from a change of appetite, trouble sleeping or wanting to sleep more, feeling of restlessness, unusually tired, feeling worthless or guilty, difficulty concentrating, and lastly thinking of harming yourself or committing suicide.”

He sobbed. " No, don't let the dark aura eat you alive, learn to rest not to quit, learn to love yourself, trust yourself, I will be here, my sister and I will always stay on your side, Joash, these are just obstacles that will challenge your strength as a person, learn to fight for it, learn to trust everything, days and nights you will suffer, depression will catch you up even in your dreams it will follow you, you'll get drunk of those thoughts, you'll get scared and you'll get weaker, but as long as you trust and love yourself, I'm sure you'll survive, stay strong, "

I squat close to the toilet seat and throw up every death called alcohol. I clean my mouth and wash my hands. I stare at my reflection and take in a sharp breath. I barely could see that cute girl smile back. Just a depressed fella who's trying to breathe amidst other people. My phone vibrates at the back of my pocket. I unlocked it and the text message almost made me faint.

“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.

I nodded and smiled. "But you have been very weak lately. You haven't eaten a heavy meal since yesterday evening," Bella Gardener said. "I was thinking about having Terrence feed me tonight," I retorted. "I felt sick this morning, it made me spit out my favorite chicken soup." Bella Gardener sighed. "You must feel bad that Lady Crystal made that meal with love for you." "Mom is trying to feed me, this makes me feel messed up." I sighed. "I heard that major depression can indeed make sufferers feel nauseous for no apparent reason. That's why I have the initiative to make you a sponge cake with cheese flavor. You won't feel disappointed that I used the lady crystal's secret recipe." Marry smil

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ZOEY Depression was a terrible thing. But, it was more terrible when you turned on your phone and were seeing the reason for your depression plastered all over social media. The reason for your depression won his second APA/APF awards with a huge smile plastered on his face while you were there, unable to get out of your tear-soaked bed. Zoey was a mess. She should have just continued to bed rot, and not touch her phone at all because now that she'd touched it, she could not bring herself to stop searching for pictures from the APA/APF awards.

He had been so sweet when we had been together, although I had seen him take charge plenty of times, both inside and outside of the bedroom. Damn, Tilly, get your mind out of the gutter. I berate myself for having those thoughts. I couldn’t let myself got there. It was a bad train of thought to go down. I found myself in a very dark place about a year ago when I got stuck missing Jonathan too much. I couldn’t stop thinking about him and I became quite depressed. That was probably why I eventually made my way to New York. I knew that Jonathan was here. He was the last bit of my past that I hung on to. When I was depressed, I couldn’t get out of bed. I couldn’t move most of the time. My past a

I quiver and stared at the blood flowing down on my wrist. A thick harsh swallow, my throat felt so dry, so thick. A simple swallow turning into a war. Muscles tensing up in my shoulders, my teeth gritting and grinding as I tried to steady and control my tattered breath and shaking hands. Sweat droplets formed on my palms and numbness called attention to my hands. That night, I slept with a stinging pain on my wrist. And all I could think was, how could I end this life? "Depression is a mood or emotional state that is marked by feelings of low self-worth or guilt and a reduced ability to enjoy life."

He started with the website nomorefear.biz. There wasn’t much to it, just a black screen with a simple quote: “No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.” When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph: