Depression is really strange. You spend days being able to bear every failure, disappointment and loss, but suddenly, on a random tuesday, you stub your toe, you spill your drink, you forget something at home. Its something small that shouldn't be able to ruin your day, but in reality even the little things start piling up, and sooner or later its not just small. Your brain questions, 'Is this the time to react? Am I allowed to feel something?' that's when it all comes crashing down. That stain on your shirt is suddenly the end of the world. Every moment of everyday spent enduring, and the stain takes you down.
I just want everybody who's struggling to know, your pain is valid, no matter how minuscule you think it may be. Allow yourself to feel if the moment calls for it. Be content with the silence, but dont get lost in it.
