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Jun 2015
Hi, I'm depressive disorder.
People like to pin me as a persistent feeling of sadness or loss of interest that can lead to a range of emotional and physical conditions.
I am peculiar disorder, you see.
The thing about me is:
A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight.
But I am so insidious, and insistent,
that it's impossible to ever see the end when I’m block the view.
In other words, I blind you.
One thing is for sure, I definitely make a person feel lonely.
In the eyes of my victims,
I am a dark cloud that hangs over head all the time.
I am a low hum that you hear in the deep silence that resonates and gets louder with each passing hour you spend alone.
I am the empty eyes clouded over that anyone could see if they cared to look hard enough.
I am the stooped shoulders and rapid loss of weight.
I tend to be recognizable when my victim experiences unexplained moments of anger or sadness.
My victims have been known to self harm and self medicate.
And I can’t lie and say it feel a little twinge of happiness when a patient puts up a valid fight against me.
Only they can’t do it alone.
So stop me if you dare.
I'm waiting.
Written by
Irenna Stiebs
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