My depression is really bad lately. I find everything meaningless. I don’t even feel happy in a quiet bit of nature. I hate having depression.
Mom liked to redecorate and renovate. She decked out the main bathroom in blue and put up yellow and blue wallpaper. The dated linoleum floor was replaced with one to match the new décor. The bathtub had always been blue, now the rest of the room was too.
I prefer to go under the radar than let people get close and reject me once they get to know me. I am afraid to be honest.
No matter how ready this anxiety is trying to make me, there is no way to prepare for doom. Living in fear is a kind of hell.