Depression is not cute nor fun. It is not a quirky characteristic.
Depression is not bathing for weeks because the effort seems like far too much to handle. It is greasy hair and dirty skin. It is staying in the bath for hours, contemplating drowning yourself, and having your family call through the door to see if you are okay every fifteen minutes. It is murky water.
Depression is wearing the same clothes for a few days because you cannot be bothered to change. It is unbrushed hair and unbrushed teeth. It is stretched-out crew necks and month old stains. Depression is having your mother drag you out of bed, in the afternoon.
Depression is hiding in the kitchen whilst everyone sleeps and praying that you don't get caught with the only sharp blade in the knife block. It is hiding sewing needles behind the bathroom sink. It is sweating in long sleeves.
Depression is constantly filtering between hobbies, hoping that somewhere you'll come across one that actually gives you joy. It is uncompleted projects and unread books. It is consistent boredom and disinterest in everything life has to offer.
Depression is sad and disgusting. It is ugly and lonely. Depression is not cute nor fun.
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