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Interrogated
Me: “Hey, I need someone to talk to, do you have time?”
Them: “What’s wrong with you now?
Me: “Just been feeling wrapped up in my thoughts lately. Just feeling really down today.”
Them: “Why are you like this?”
Me: “I have depression. This isn’t something that I chose.”
Them: “When will you give up this self pity act?”
Me: “ It’s not self pity. It’s desperation. A longing to have normal thoughts. Normal feelings and emotional intensity.”
Them: “How can you complain when your life isn’t that bad?”
Me: “I’m not complaining. Im trying to explain that I’m struggling to keep my sanity with all these negative thoughts running through my head.
Them: “Who will care about you when you do this to yourself?”
Me: “Thats the point. Who will care when my brain is like this?”
The reactions I receive from select few people when I confess my sins and express my fears.
I pray that someday more of the world will come to accept and understand mental illnesses after all these years.
Some people will always see those of us that mentally struggle; as clowns,
but if they only knew what we really juggle.
I know that the whole world wont be on the same page.
I truly believe that someday we can escape this judgmental cage.
Them: “What’s wrong with you now?
Me: “Just been feeling wrapped up in my thoughts lately. Just feeling really down today.”
Them: “Why are you like this?”
Me: “I have depression. This isn’t something that I chose.”
Them: “When will you give up this self pity act?”
Me: “ It’s not self pity. It’s desperation. A longing to have normal thoughts. Normal feelings and emotional intensity.”
Them: “How can you complain when your life isn’t that bad?”
Me: “I’m not complaining. Im trying to explain that I’m struggling to keep my sanity with all these negative thoughts running through my head.
Them: “Who will care about you when you do this to yourself?”
Me: “Thats the point. Who will care when my brain is like this?”
The reactions I receive from select few people when I confess my sins and express my fears.
I pray that someday more of the world will come to accept and understand mental illnesses after all these years.
Some people will always see those of us that mentally struggle; as clowns,
but if they only knew what we really juggle.
I know that the whole world wont be on the same page.
I truly believe that someday we can escape this judgmental cage.
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