It’s like I’m carrying around this weight and everyday another pound gets added to it. Eventually, my body become weak and my only option is to lie down until I can find my strength again. But, when I go to pick it up again, it is twice as heavy. Nearly impossible to carry. Yet, I try. I make it a few steps till I’m forced to lay back down. I do this over and over until I can’t do it anymore. So I stay in bed and simply hope one day the weight won’t be as heavy.
explaining my depression and anxiety to my parents









