Depression: It's a Bitch
I hate having depression. It sucks. Plain and simple. There's nothing romantic about it; there's nothing beautiful to portray and remotely positive to romanticize and mull over. It's just a toxic cocktail of constant exhaustion, self-deprecation, doubt, and lack of drive. The lack of control over your own body, your own brain, it's enough to drive you mad. Without meaning to, you catch yourself staring into empty space. Your mind is constantly wandering to darker, more pressing matters and memories. A once happy thought has now progressed into something far more menacing, your brain having over analyzed and picked apart the entirety of it until you're left with nothing but the sad, anxiety-ridden aspects.