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Depression depression is everywhere, it follows u here, it follows u there.
Yes I have a mental illness and its hard 2 bear, I don’t care who knows, its better 2 share.
Its hard 2 describe to people when u feel so low, it takes u 2 a place that no body will know. U think of everything in a negative way, sometimes I feel low even to this day. It takes u to a very dark place, thoughts running through your head like it was a race. U look like your staring out into space, but your mind is running at an amazing pace.
I used to think people were looking for attention, but trust me that is your last intention. U just want to lock yourself away, be on your own, away from the world, so nobody can hear u moan. Pick up the phone and call for help, they put me in hospital, for my mental health.
Sennans is a place that nobody should go, but they helped me not to feel so low. I turned up wit my rizla, phone, a picture of the kids and the clothes on my back, it was the second time they’d seen me, yes I was back.
First thing they do, is make u empty your pockets and have a look through. “I have no razor 2 cut myself “, “but we have to look through, trust us your here now, we know what to do“.
Nothing to do, nobody wants to speak, at that time in my life, the outlook was bleak. Locked in a ward and not allowed out, no privacy and nowhere to go and scream and shout. But the staff were kind, shout out 2 Matt, he was was the man who put my life back on track. I opened up 2 him like no one before, he helped me see some light coming through the door. He was so patient, I never was rushed, thank u Matt, u have a very caring touch.
I cant believe I have come so far, that place was so dark, I hope it stays away, far. If it was not for the picture of my kids, I wouldn’t be here, every time I looked at it I would shed a tear. That gave me the help to recover, I couldn’t leave them on their own, wit that excuse for a mother. I still have that picture, of u both, it was wit Santa, I’m glad I can still see u both. — ?feeling sorry.