im depressed but, I don’t really have a reason to be. my depression is more of a chemical issue.
where my rational and consciousness tries to fight this overwhelming feeling of hopelessness with logic.
with stories of a magical life that I been living, one that people make lifetime movies about.
logically although I do have some traumas that would make some people gasp at the sight of me still being alive (but doesn’t everyone though)
However even with those traumas the moments of happiness the moments of sheer bliss, adventure and excitement surpass all the bad things.
yet what people don’t understand about depression, it’s more than just a feeling of sadness, it’s cancer to the soul and the mind, it’s a fight everyday within yourself just to try to stay above water.
although your mind is happy and grateful your soul is sick, and to be honest, maybe the only treatment is resilience and not letting it take your will to live, to love, to dream, inspire.
im still figuring it out, maybe I never will. my body is healthy but my soul it isn’t. i am at war with myself, however everyday that I wake up, that I write or draw and do something other then just lay in bed…
Is a day that I win.
