Where does this emptiness come from? What can I do to make myself feel better? How long will the darkness last? The difficult thing about depression is that there is often no satisfactory answer. At least not fast. But how do I encounter something that has no reference? No beginning, no end?
If possible, find like-minded people. There is a good chance of being understood and seen. You don't have to play a role there. If you're not feeling well, retreating is a popular option. That might be helpful for a while. However, permanent isolation tends to exacerbate the problem.
Being on the ground also has something soothing about it. I can't get any lower. The play is over. I don't have to fool myself anymore. It's hard for me to see myself weak. Suddenly, I'm not the one who's there for others anymore. I need to ask for help. Being vulnerable is unusual to me.
I would never ask you to wear a mask for me in order to hide what you’re going through. I love you, no matter what.
If a girl/boy you liked was mentally ill, would you still want her/him as your gf/bf?
Yes, of course I will/would still love you/her/him.Sometimes it's just difficult to show my love because in those moments when you're/he’s/she’s splitting on me, I don't know how to behave towards you/her/him, so that it's not uncomfortable for you/her/him.I(’d) still love you the same, I just don’t know how to express it in those moments.
Silence sometimes is the loudest cry
Contacts imply the willingness to show myself. Without contact to the people around me I would become even more lonely. Yes, I am actually dependent on it in difficult situations. As the mental pressure increases, help takes on a different meaning.
At some point, the time may come when you can't go any further on your own anymore. In other words: I need help. Admitting that isn't easy sometimes. But why go the hard way alone?
Tell me something about your s/o!
It is so difficult to express in words what I feel for her, because she is unique to me.
She touches my heart and soul so deeply. How can I describe what she means to me? Not a single word seems to have enough content to fill these feelings.
She is the life-giving impulse that gently touches the flower in the morning and persuades it to open up and show itself in all its beauty. She is as unique as this young flower in its full splendour for me. Among all the flowers in a garden, I would recognize her because she is unique. Only her shapes and colors fit me and I would see that, even if someone else couldn’t tell her apart from her flower sisters.
She is unique to me because each of her looks hit deep in my heart. If she is sad, I feel with her with every fibre of my being. She’s totally my nature. For her I am ready to explore and experience something new, which she likes, and I'll also take her with me to areas of life that are so far unfathomable for her, if she wants me to. I want to learn to see the world with her eyes, to perceive the scent of a rose as she does and to learn to love the people she likes. If she wants me to, I’ll show her the world as I see it and share my friends with her if she wants to.
I want to share and experience all this with her because she is unique. I sincerely hope that it will be similar for her and that together we can enjoy life in all its beautiful facets and help and support each other when life becomes more difficult. Because she is unique to me, I only want her love from the bottom of my heart for now and ever.
We hope for joy, ease and success in life. Unpleasant aspects such as sadness, loneliness and illness can be left out. Wounded life takes place behind closed doors. Somewhere where, if possible, nobody sees us. For a long time I approached my goals full of energy and passion. With enthusiasm, perseverance, patience and willpower everything seemed to be possible. It's a nice feeling. To set out to discover the world. Until I was suddenly torn out of my dreams.
There’s a dark cloud covering the great sun you are. After it lifts, you’ll be shining.