My Lover From Another Mother
Depression and I need to have a word.

For the past few weeks, I have been feeling low. I believe my bastard friend ‘Depression’ is taking a toll on my mental health along with its lover ‘Anxiety’. I have decided I will talk more and more about it instead of hiding it in the pit of darkness.
Depression and I need to have a word.
Constant depressive thoughts are giving wings to suicidal thoughts but no worries! I am not thinking about 101 ways of taking away my life rather I am learning about to win this war over slowly and steadily as I ain’t in any hurry.
What am I observing about myself is that my soul is forcing me to think about negative thoughts as it feels a lot but my mind has pure control over my body and it says ‘beat this shit’. You may be considering me a lunatic after listening to my story but this is what is happening and I feel chaotic within.
I am observing depression is like a close enemy at the border and it is teaching me about different facets of life. For instance: it is not always about crying or locking yourself in a dark room. It is neither about not eating well or giving up on food entirely, rather it has shown me cruel ways to discover when one is depressive just like me.
I don’t cry very often. Even though I am an emotional person it takes a lot of energy for me to cry. I am speaking from personal experience. How depression hits me these days is I am not getting sleep even though I am a super active person.
I eat clean, workout, read, paint, sketch, listen to music, watching web series, and more but depression is lingering and sometimes pressing my neck very harder.
It is still there even though I look nice and fine but something inside of me feels as if there is an elephant foot on my chest. I am feeling it a lot and I am scared to hell what if I die of anxiety or something else? It is not just my mind creating stories but I can feel how worse it is getting day by day and I am considering myself helpless in showing it a black eye.
From smiling to working full time to returning home to an empty abode, nobody can ever judge what does depression means to different people at different times of life? I am seeing it is powerful and affecting me a lot. I have wasted good three months because I have been doing everything against the will of my bastard friend while it is telling me to be a wastrel for the rest of my life.
I am trying hard to break this chain and I am hoping to succeed soon.
Thank you for reading my thoughts and I hope you don’t consider me a lunatic after knowing what I have been through and still going through.
Gurpreet Dhariwal is the author of “My Soul Rants: Poems of a Born Spectator.” Her eBook is now available at Google PlayStore, Amazon, and Kindle. Connect with Gurpreet on LinkedIn, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, or Youtube.
