How it feels

Okay so I’ve seen lots of drawings and comics depicting how the artists feel with depression. I decided to take my own shot at it.

I thought about it for a while and realized it feels like a weight is tied directly to my heart and when depression hits the weight slips and yanks me down with it leaving me with a dull ache in my chest. But then it keeps pulling, dragging you down and crumpling you until you can’t remember ever being on your feet. And all the while it hurts and you can’t ask for help because every where you look you see no one who cares. You can scream and cry for help and hope someone comes but often times those cried are silent and you feel even more alone.

Eventually either someone helps you back up or the pain begins to become dull, it becomes a part of you. You pull up the weight and carry it in your arms, helping yourself until you forget you’re holding it. Only to drop it again some day and go through the pain all over again.

It doesn’t just go away. It comes in cycles and they’re exhausting. I’m still working to cope with my depression. I can’t say this enough but if you’re ever hurting from depression, talk to me, I’ll listen. I’ll do everything I can to help, I promise you. I hate that anyone else has to go through this and I want to help if I can.

Btw, right now I'm fine. No need to worry about me.

Art (c) =mdg245