Life, As It Is

Life has never been easy for me. Nor has it ever been impossible. It just has always been a bit too difficult. And that's the problem. I don't get things easily. Most times, I don't get those at all and like quite recently, I get those but lose as quickly as I can.

My life has always been along the edge. And I keep slipping. Barely making it to the next benchmark. I live on the peak of the most rugged mountain. Left, right, front, back; everywhere, I lose something. Staying is unbearable and going back is torturous.

There are a few flowers on the way, ever ready to spread their magical smell. But when you come near, you realize they stink and the sweet odour was just a cover-up. The vines grow and throw you off the feet; you try to get up, they push you back; herbs that were supposed to heal you, poison your wounds.

And to add chillies to an already hot soup, since the last 3rd year, I have developed this great attribute of quitting. Not many know, but I am about do it for the 8th time in a row.

What lies ahead, or rather behind now, are chartered waters; but the waters that pull you down. Every. Single. Time.

So, it goes like this. I am living on quick sand, I have to walk on burning coal and all this, only to fall into the inevitable black hole.

Depression Diary 3

Depression Dairy Returns!

Haha! I know the heading suc*s. But depression has struck again, so I apologise.

Well! It has been quite some time since I wrote my pevious and second blog on depression and had promised you guys another blog on how I overcame my depression. But honestly, with tears in my eyes and a hysterical laughter, I say this; I had just fooled myself that I were out of depression.

I realized it is just a phase of depression where you are strong for a few days. But having no expert's guidance, I thought that I had defeated my Demon Depression.

You know what the funny thing about chronic depression is? It makes you realize that life is not a bed of thorns. Sometimes, you get a shower of roses too. Of course, then the thorns get jealous and strike back with greater might!

So, I'm still in these troubled waters and mistook a buoy for my Island Paradise. Trust me; more than asthma patients get asthma attacks, I get depression attacks aka emotional breakdowns. 

Well! I'll be back with another update soon. Till then, bye and take care, my fellow depresseds!

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