People have cold, cough, fever.. even people have cancer and aids.. but I feel there’s more fatal disease than these which is called Depression! There’s no permanent cure for this, it slowly just kills you… makes you feel miserable every single day and somewhere inside you this disease just laughs on making you feel like a loser
What I have realized is that the first thing that gets activated inside people is the will to fight all the generic diseases. I have even seen people fighting cancer and aids and living their lives to the fullest after beating it. Its either you are being called a martyr fighting it or a warrior if you survive it. But incase of depression, the first thing that it kills inside you is the will to survive it
It’s a slow poison!
Is Death the only solution?
Why is it being taken so casually?
Why does it become so difficult to understand someone who’s going under it?
How come this gets a complimentary disease alongwith it? Anxiety!
No one calls you a warrior or martyr if you survive it. Because it never gets out of your system till you die and incase you die early and the reason revealed is the truth. People just look down upon you as a biggest example of disappointment as what was such a big deal that a person took away his life or died in misery because of something which is as good as non existent!!!
YES!!! Depression is non-existent!!! There is no such virus, there’s no bacteria that is eating you inside but just a fictional thought that keeps haunting you and drying your life off slowly. If you could eject your soul for sometime and introspect yourself, you would realise that there was no such virus inside you but just your mind creating some fictional situations where you have already lost the battle and now trying your best to reverse a situation that doesn’t even exist.
I am no doctor! Neither have I ever studied about this! This is my personal experience that has been hounding me since 2 years! All I do the entire day is to find out solutions of how to keep myself away from trouble instead of doing something productive. My passion is, has and always been biking but have just moved away from that as if it never existed in my life
Why did this happen? Is because I spend most of my nights overthinking about stuff, my brain goes exhausted by 4am and then it goes to sleep spending my entire weekend just resting where it was not even necessary where I could’ve toured my way to some unexplored places
Whoever gets an idea about my situation asks me did you try pill? did you try therapy? Yes I did! But maybe im not that headstrong that I can build an anti-depression inside me that never lets this anxiety take over! When they hear that I’m not strong, instead of saying its ok! I guess we have to live this as much as others live with their pain, people start looking at me with sympathy and with pity. Guess this world is not ready to accept something that they lived and something that makes them look vulnerable and weak!
