I guess i’m writing this becaue i just honestly don’t understand why me? Do other people just not feel the same things I feel about certain situations? Do other people just not care as much? because i feel like I care about everything. Everything little thing that happens I overanalyze and then let it effect me.
Depression. It’s really a stupid thing. No one really thinks it exists or understands it until it happens to them. At least I sure as hell didn’t. I truly didn’t understand that my life could completely change. I was happy, really happy, I loved my life. I wasn’t suppose to be that person, that failure, that depressed girl. I just really don’t understand why me? Why?
I’m not where I use to be I’m a little better now. I hit my rock bottom, went up some, and am now just sort of lingering near the bottom. I want things to get better, I really do I don’t think I want anything more, but i’m scared. I’m scared things will go back to the way they were and I will be in the same place i was before. I can’t be in that place again. Why? Seriously why?
Why did this happen to me? can someone please explain? I really don’t see how I can ever look at these experiences as anything other then negative. Why me? I liked who i was, and this depression has comepletely changed me a person, I really really don’t get it. Why me?