Falling into depression feels like tripping into a constant severe melancholic loophole. You start from experiencing intense pain to emotional numbness to ending up emotionally crippled. The load of pain you’re experiencing may seem insignificant to others but a whole burden to

yourself. No one understands the things going on in your head. No one understands the vicious and ruthless thoughts that are badgering your peace of mind. They say your withdrawal from people and the wall you’re putting up to isolate yourself is childish. “If you keep

entertaining your feelings and thoughts of course they will drown you” they said. Maybe it’s because they lack understanding of how emotionally and mentally exhausting it is to fight those battles in your head that it starts taking a toll on your physical health.

Your weight has decreased and you’re energy deprived. You start staring yourself to the point you can go days without eating. At that moment you feel far from normal. The worst kind of depression is having everything you need and want except a sane mind. There are a lot of

reasons why a person can fall into this deep depressive hole. What I find from my observation is that no matter how loved you are, it’ll never be enough of light if there’s no hope. Sometimes all you can see now it’s a dark tunnel, but when there is hope there’s a way to crawl

through it no matter how pitch black the future ahead. But when there’s no hope, all hell breaks loose. You end up feeling lost and helpless.

The people that hold on and the people who are trying are the strongest people that I have encountered. For every reason they want to let go and give up, they try to find another reason to hold on. People are always questioning why someone can be depressed. But I wish people

understand that sometimes it takes a every strength and bravery to tell their story. It’s never easy. Trying to be vulnerable and to explain the things that have hurt them and the things that have caused trauma to them is like taking a jump of a canyon.