Ladedah

Depression doesn’t really have a range, so much as a collection of ways to experience it. I don’t get more or less depressed — there are all of these completely separate ways that it happens. 

This is one of those empty days, but not quite. I’m like an iron barrel. I feel like someone opened me up, and hit me from the inside as if I were a bell. They slammed the lid down on me again, trapping the sound inside. The emptiness inside is vibrating, and it won’t stop. There’s no place for it to go.