What's the point?
The point of sharing her story, was to show that mental disorders are NOT beautiful they are life ruiners. I want everyone to know this. Her heart breaks, her sadness, the tears all of it did not make her feel beautiful! She felt empty, useless and sad. Depression isn’t a girl looking out of a window watching the rain fall with makeup running down her face it’s someone laying on top of there unslept bed staring at nothing feeling nothing but nothingness. It’s just a lot of nothing. Nothing is this cold, deep, dark pit that seems to never end. You lose all your motivation to continue on with your life. It gets hard to even breath because what’s the point?
To everyone saying to themselves “what’s the point?”
There is always a point you may not see it now but wait. I promise your life is far from over this could be the final chapter, but sequels always come back with an amazing twist.
To answer your question “what is the point?” you are the point.
Explore yourself and the world.
You start to live when you decide.
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