“Depression is the art of seeing the world as it could be and knowing it never will be.”
– theidiotdeity
Depression is being stuck in a mud puddle in the middle of a field of clover. Depression is knowing you have so much to give to the world and knowing they don’t care. Depression is feeling like you don’t deserve to be happy. Depression sucks.
If you’ve never suffered from depression you ought to try it sometime. It’ll really improve your outlook on life. If you’d like to try it I have a little mantra you can repeat incessantly as you meditate. It goes like this:
“What’s the point?”
“What’s the point?”
“What’s the point?”
“What’s the point?”
“What’s the point?”
“What’s the point?”
“What’s the point?”
“What’s the point?”
“What’s the point?”
“What’s the point?”
Get the point?
Depression is being able to do anything and everything you ever wanted to and not being able to decide what you want to do. Depression is an endless cycle of excitement over possibilities and sadness when you realize you can only do one thing at a time and it will never be perfect. It’s being able to have a vision of perfection that is clear, concise, and real in your mind but impossible in reality. It’s wanting to be God and knowing you’re an idiot. It’s sadness times infinite hopelessness.
Depression is being with the one you love and feeling alone. Depression is feeling like God doesn’t care. Depression is recognizing your own impotence. Depression is wanting to live but waiting to die. Depression is the total absence of hope. It’s darkness on steroids. It’s every negative thing ever conceived of sitting on your chest and suffocating you. It’s the inability to enjoy being happy. It steals all of the energy you have and feeds it back to you like a drink of saltwater…
Aww… What’s the point?
I’m just a dumigod anyway.