Being Depressed

I don’t want to write because all I feel I write about, is being depressed. My emotions are out of my control at this point. At work, I just put my head down in spare moments and/or turn away from my boss so she doesn’t see my facial expression(s) change from happy to sad, sad to angry and everything in between. It’s getting harder by the day and no amount of therapy is going to help if the session lasts barely an hour. I need something else. I need something more. I need something stronger to cope; to deal with the ever-changing tide that is rumbling inside my head. I don’t know what I’m feeling or why I feel it half the time I’m breathing. IT just is and it is beyond my scope of comprehension. I don’t know what I’m searching for or what I want. I just don’t, not anymore.


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