Category Archive: Depression

The pain inside, I Cry.

The pain inside, the sorrow, it hurts so much. I want to scream, I cry. It’s gone on too long, I’ve felt this for so long. I need a release, I need the… Continue reading

Anxiety – A truly ugly part of life.

Anxiety, a truly ugly part of life. Anxiety attacked me yesterday, full on assault today. I know this all too well, I hate it too. First, depression tried to keep me in bed,… Continue reading

Tomorrow will be Better

He checks on me every morning. My friend, the one that knows heartbreak so well, the one that loves so deeply that he knows the joy and the pain of love. “How are… Continue reading

I tell you that I love You

I tell you I love you and you tell me that I can’t. You tell me that I can’t love you, because you can’t be loved. I tell you that I do and… Continue reading

Too much tequila & a broken Heart

Too much tequila, and I slipped my hand under my shirt. Too much tequila, and I slipped my hand into my panties. Too much tequila, and I whispered your name. Too much tequila,… Continue reading

My Heart was Fighting to Beat

I woke up in the middle of the night, for the second time this week, something feeling wrong with my body. I felt like the weight of the air was crushing my chest,… Continue reading

But for now, It’s Darkness

There are days that I hesitate before writing yet another sad and depressive piece of writing — I fear pushing people away with my gloomy sadness. Today I considered the possibility that hesitating or even… Continue reading

This feels like Torture

I feel tortured. This love feels like pure torture. I don’t want to beg you to love me. It kills me to know that I silently beg you to need me. When does… Continue reading

He loves me through Depression

I wonder why he stays with me. Life isn’t easy, and my life is one obstacle after another. Living with depression is like that. There are good days and bad days, then there… Continue reading

I used to drink a Lot

My dearest Love, I used to drink a lot. Back before I met you, the man I love. Not in an alcoholic way, but I’d just drink a lot. A couple of shots… Continue reading