It's never one exact thing
It's this feeling of hatred and sadness combined with not wanting to get out of bed
With not having the energy to do so anyway
With not being able to hold your food down
With not being able to have control over your emotions.
It's this feeling of eminent death combined
With the fact that it's too hard to walk
Or talk
Or breathe
Or do anything right.
It's this feeling of "I don't know" when asked
why you're sad
why you're eating less and less
why you're feeling more and more
Depression isn't one thing, it's never one exact thing.
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