I am depressed. There's no other way of saying it. Being depressed has a way of messing with your head. Getting out of bed is a chore somedays. I am not a fan of it, but it's something I have to endure. I don't know who gave me this depression, was it God? I suppose it doesn't matter. There's just too much to worry about right now. I hate worrying. The anxiety alone is just terrible.
The depression tells me I can't do anything, but the anxiety tells me if I don't do something, I'll be in trouble. It's downright frustrating. I am not a fan of it all. What more is there to say about it though. I guess there's a lot more to say. Depression isn't just something you get over. It takes its toll on you. I wish I could overcome all of this. But I don't see a way out of it.
Too much to think about right now.
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