Ella tiptoed around the room in her converse sneakers, hand flipped perpendicular to her forearm pretending to walk in heels. Her lips moved but no sound came out. She seemed to be having an intense conversation with an imaginary person. “She’s been at it for hours, just let her be?” Mark told Dave as he inched
“Depression is real. It’s like a thick cloud that refuses to ease up, it starts as a simple cover that doesn’t dissipate. It solidifies and drops like a boulder on your shoulders piercing into your mind and soul. It never seems to let up. There are moments it lifts after a series of exasperating heaves
I crashed last week, the motivation once again was gone and I felt overwhelmingly depressed. There was one day last week that I genuinely felt suicidal. I remember, I was looking for something to wear in my wardrobe,and for a moment, I felt excited at the thought of ending it all. I felt genuine relief at