I never realized how profound my depression was until I lived without it for a couple of months. When it returned, it was nothing new, yet it was much more powerful because I had learend it wasn't normal.
This is how I think when the bleakness of depression overtakes me. There is no escaping these feelings. I know, now that I"m on 120 mg of Cymbalta per day, that if these feelings overwhelm me again, I will end up in the hospital.
I'm sure many of these feeling will sound familiar to a lot of people here.
How did my life get to this point?
I'm never going to amount to anything.
Why can't I concentrate?
Why don't I want to do anything anymore?
Why do I get bored so easily?
What do my friends think of me?
Did I say the wrong thing?
Did I fail to say the right thing?
Will they still accept me?
I'm so paranoid.
When will it stop?
What do I have to look forward to?
Why should I even try?
What point is it to even go on living?
Who would notice if I was to die?
Would anyone care?
I messed up.
Everything is my fault.
How can anyone ever forgive me?
I'm such a screw-up.
I just want to eat.
I just want to sleep.
What else do I have to live for?
I hate myself.
I'm not worth being loved.
I just wish everyone would leave me alone.
I just want to die.
Revenge is nothing more than another way of perpetuating abuse.
What the world needs now
Is some new words of wisdom
Like la la la la la la la la la.
Having a friend who will keep a secret for you is worthless compared to a friend who won't keep a secret from you.