There is nothing natural about wanting to kill yourself because you’d rather be dead than get up in the morning.
There is nothing natural about having a normal conversation with someone while simultaneously planning the details of your suicide in your mind.
There is nothing natural about smiling at the world and radiating this beautiful positive energy to those around you as you’re falling apart on the inside.
There is nothing natural about your mind constantly telling you to find a way to die – and soon.
There is nothing natural about hating yourself for no rational reason –
Or lying awake in bed and thinking about every mistake you ever made –
Or sitting in a chair and staring at the wall for hours because everything else feels just as mundane anyhow –
Or wishing nobody loved you so that you could silently excuse yourself from the pain.
There never has been and never will be anything natural about depression.
We were not meant to live like this, but more importantly, we were not meant to die like this.