My name is… NO, you are not ready to hear my name.
You have been avoiding calling me by my name,
You feel IGNORED, MISUNDERSTOOD because of me,
You think I am not REAL,
You think I am WEAK.
You are terrified at the idea that I live with you, in you, in your HEAD,
You don’t want your family and your friends to know about me. But…
Why are you so ashamed of me?
Why are you so silent about me?
Is it because I took you by surprise?
Is it because you couldn’t prepare for me? Because you don’t know why I came?
I get it, you tried to talk, and…
They laughed at you, made a FOOL of you,
They thought you were CRAZY,
They’ve mistaken me for SADNESS. Yet…
I am REAL, you know that.
I make you feel ALONE,
I convince you that you are not WORTH it,
I make you believe that you don’t deserve to LIVE,
I make you think about DEATH, SUIC… oops,
I don’t want to say it. Maybe not now.
I don’t come on Monday and leave on Tuesday,
I never know how long I will stay,
I don’t care about your age, your gender, your ethnicity, your financial status
I travel from one mind to another,
I don’t always give you a REASON for showing up
I am good at putting THOUGHTS in your head, But…
You can address me,
You can get rid of me,
You can cure me!
“Depression exists without you knowing it, even denying it. It is not an illusion. You don’t even know you’re in it. It takes a while before you realize it.”