Life seems to have lost its meaning. I am moving from one day to the next. Office work is a pain. Getting up is a pain. Eating is pain. Everything is, generally. The mornings are usually the worst. The dreadful feelings last up to almost 12:30 to 1 PM in the afternoon. Then things get a bit better.
I am already on medication. But recovery has been slow. This is how it happens. I am not surprised. But it is heartbreaking, nonetheless. I look at my mother, she has so many dreams about me. Then I look at myself, contemplating the worst thoughts you can imagine. It hurts. Once the afternoon begins, things get a bit better. I feel like getting around a bit. And I do. I still don't feel like talking much. But walking from one room to another also feels like an accomplishment.
There are many like me out there. Even those who don't know or don't understand what this is. If you have been feeling this way for days or weeks, this is not just you are feeling a bit low. You are depressed. But you can get better with time, medication and care. Go to a doctor if you are not feeling well. If you have terrible thoughts, immediately connect with the medical agencies, tell your parents, friends and ask them to take you to a clinic. Get some medicines and you will see an improvement. Do not give up. We will smile someday.