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Nobody likes you when you're depressed. Plain and simple. We can talk all day about mental health and how important it is, but the moment you are depressed, people start to distance themselves. They see you as negative, a burden, and someone too heavy to handle.

Sometimes I wonder… what do people really see me as? They come to me when life gets hard, but when happiness finds them, I’m suddenly forgotten — like I never mattered. Why am I always the one who cares too much, who tries to fix everyone’s pain while no one even notices mine?

Depression doesn’t steal your ability to feel—it magnifies the wrong feelings. Guilt. Shame. Emptiness. Until joy becomes suspicious, love feels temporary, and peace is something you think only happens to other people.

People don’t see how hard you work just to seem okay. To smile. To answer. To breathe. They don’t see the way depression weighs you down, or how anxiety keeps you bracing for another collapse, even when you’re already on the floor.

I tried to believe I could get better. But depression said: “Don’t get your hopes up. You always fall back.”

I’ve stopped asking questions because I’m scared of the answers. Not because I don’t deserve the truth — but because I know the truth might be the final crack in me. Anxiety asks for honesty. Depression begs me to shut up. Trust left me somewhere between the two.

No one really knows how much you're struggling until someone asked how you're doing and then all emotions pour out like a freaking river.

Sometimes the scariest part of healing is realizing how much you’ve normalized the pain.

You want to reach out, but anxiety reminds you of every time you felt like a burden. You want to isolate, but depression reminds you that you’re already alone. So you sit, stuck between two states of pain, watching yourself fall apart from inside ur own body.

After betrayal, trusting someone again feels like holding ur breath underwater every second is survival. Depression makes u feel unworthy of loyalty. Anxiety convinces you that everyone’s hiding a knife. So u keep ur distance, even from those who haven’t given you a reason to.

There’s a deep shame that comes with depression — not just for feeling broken, but for not being able to fix it. For knowing people care and still feeling alone. For wanting help, but not knowing how to ask for it without sounding dramatic.

They say nature heals… but even surrounded by peace, I’m still falling apart quietly...

There’s something devastating about feeling like a burden every time you speak. So you stay quiet. You shrink. You smile more. And eventually, people stop noticing you’re fading away.

Depression doesn’t always take everything at once. It chips away slowly—first your energy, then your interests, then your hope. Until one day you realize you’ve been surviving, not living—and even that feels like too much.

He lost everything… yet stood with sabr. That was Hussain (AS). 💔

I tell people I’m just a night owl.But d truth is,ni8 is when the mask slips.When I don’t hv to pretend I’m ok.When I can sit wid the sadness,the anxiety, d loneliness & not worry about smiling through it.I don’t stay up bcoz I like it. I stay up bcoz I don’t know how to let go.

There’s a silence in depression that doesn’t come from peace, but from complete emotional shutdown. It’s the silence of knowing you should care, should cry, should move but u don’t. And anxiety, cruelly, is still awake, filling that silence with a hundred screaming thoughts.

When someone is drowning, that is not the time to teach them how to swim.

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Depression isn’t a joke. Don’t make fun of people by saying things like ‘crybaby, sad soul, or ‘got all the world’s pain?’ If u can’t make someone smile, wipe their tears or ease their pain, then at least keep hurtful words to urself they can hit like arrows to the heart." 🙂🙏🏻

I survived suicide three times. I’m extremely proud of myself.