Depression

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Hi! This is my first post, so I'm a bit nervous. I have trouble putting my emotions into words, whenever I try I end up frustrated. This means I usually just bottle up my emotions, fighting to keep the down, to wear that fake smile that never reaches my eyes. I feel like I'm lying when I talk to others who think they know me, who think they know how I feel and in a way I am. They see my act falter and they wonder what's wrong, but I push them away. Even my family gets pushed away. They ask why I stay in my room all the time, separated from them. They ask why I don't hold conversations with them or interact with them more than necessary. The answer is so simple, but I can never summon enough courage to tell them. The reason I push everyone and everything away is because I'm scared that my smile will falter, that they will see through the happy façade I present. I'm afraid they will see the true me and be repulsed like I am. So day by day I relegate myself to sitting in my room wallowing in self-pity, isolating myself from the world, from my reality. As the days go by I feel the depression eating away inside of me, slowly tearing chunks of my personality away from me to be lost in the void I call my life. I can physically feel the pain in my chest when I can't find some source of distraction to redirect my attention from my life. Books, video games, music, they all eventually fail to keep the pain and sorrow restrained and in check. I always find myself sitting in front of my laptop wandering the Bigcloset for fantastical stories of my dream to be a girl coming true for the characters. These stories are a double edged sword, while I read them I become the character, the one whose life is fixed and whose body matches their mind spirit and soul. The feeling of contentment and rightness this brings doesn't last, when the final word is read and the story is finished I feel as though for that amount of time I had become the person I am meant to be, but then it is taken from me. I keep dipping lower and lower into depression, I feel the pain sharper and more crisp with each passing second, and become unable to feel happiness and joy. I feel as though I am life's punching bag, made only to be beaten and tossed aside when I am no longer needed. I feel myself drowning while those around me are breathing easy and every time I get close to breaking the surface of the lake that has me trapped, I feel myself grabbed around the ankles by the chains that cause my sorrow. They pull me down and i can never be free.

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