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Why are you sad? You have so much to be thankful for. You're so blessed and lucky, just try to smile more.
That's the thing about depression, it doesn't matter how much we do or don't have, we're fucking depressed. It takes your throat and squeezes tighter and tighter till you feel the pressure, till it feels like you're breathing through a straw. You lose sight, all you can hear is the blood in your ears.
It'll loosen it's grip, but just long enough you can draw a deep breath before the pressure is back.
You're alone, there's no help, it's just you and this dark cloud. Yeah I have a lot, but really, what good is that if I can't even breath properly?