Kay-Originally posted by Kfamr
I got a pretty high number.
I feel really odd just posting this, because normally I just talk about it to my close friends.
I have a really hard time talking to people in real life though.
I used to be into alot of things. Now, It's just my music, Animals, photography, and poetry.
I hopped at the chance to go places, like out to dinner and all -- Now all I want to do it sit at home "alone" with my babies.
I used to be much worse though, to the point where i'd come home from school, get Simba -- And just crash in my room.
I'd bang my head into my walls. I'd punch my walls. I'd rip my hair out. I'd cry to no end. Simba was literally my box of tissues. Everytime I felt the slightest bit of tear coming, I'd run to him. He's soak it all up, and i'd hug him as tight as I could.
I have a hard time crying infront of people, but in school last year I finally let it out. I cried in the middle of class.
I'm constantly thinking about things that happened before, or things that may happen in the future.
Honestly, I think Simba was the only thing that kept me alive.
Everyone always tells me how happy I am -- Really, it's only how happy I seem.
The tiniest things make me cry. The things that make me cry most are drugs and alcohol. That, and when something happens to Simba or Nala.
Most of my emotions now are let out through poetry. When i'm not feeling so well -- I ask my father to bring me to the Humane Society or SPCA. Yes, it's very saddening that all of those animals are in there, but being able to get away from home, being able to go and talk to all of the animals makes me feel so peaceful. Everything clears my mind completely, everything goes away.
I'm not sure if it's just a teenage girl thing -- or if I'm just psycho.
I could probably go on and on -- But you guys probably think i'm crazy enough. I have tears from typing all of this -- And I need to go hug Simba.
I know we're not the best of friends, and we don't get along very well but we have a LOT in common..
Everyone goes through depression, and you are not alone. I promise.
I think everybody knows about my depression..family, friends, strangers and just about everything else.
You say Simba is the only thing keeping you alive?? I know how you feel. I also know that it shouldn't be that way, because there are so many things in life to love and be happy about, but lots of times it just feels like hell and pets are the only ones who care. Darlin was my life saver during the time I thought about leaving. She still is. Now, I'm getting older and I'm getting more mature and with that, comes darker depressions. Now, Oz is my love. Oz is the only one who cares, right? No. Lots of people care, but I feel like he and Darlin are the only ones who do. They're always there for me to just..let out on. They're there for me to cry on, talk to, and listen. Ozzy knows when something's wrong.
When you said you cried during class...I got so many flashbacks, girl! I cry in class a lot when I'm going through heavy depression. Sometimes to the point where I have to leave the room and go into the bathroom for the rest of the class. Most of the time, it's just a bunch of drippy tears and sniffles, though. I cry when I need to, unless it's about physical pain.
I'm NOT ashamed to show my 'painful' emotions to people. I'm showing them that I need support, and I can't do it alone. If they think that it's babyish, then screw them. I don't have a problem with it.
This might sound pretty weird coming from me, but talk to me whenever you need to. I'm here. That goes for everyone!![]()
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