Baskadia

At the end

I wrote this to try and show how i felt when i realized that the facade that i put out was nothing more then a lie. The worst kind of lie because it robbed me of my identity leaving me a stranger within my self. Surrounded my the faces of people that claim to love me but the persistent question that never seemed to be answered is how can they when even i dont know me so how could they.

Depressions manipulation

Depression has a way of speakin up on us Until its to late.we tell are self we are fine its just a phase.... what ever are denial statements are. If anyone that reads tjis and your feeling alone or that you have no where to turn. I am here to talk. NO PROBLEM IS PERMANENT. YOU ARE NOT WORTHLESS A STRANGER THINKS YOU MEAN ENOUGH TO BE THERE NO EXCUSES. MESSAGE ME GOD LOVES YOU.

Pain

The poetry "Pain" by Adii, revolves around waterloo of love and demystification of pain by the author.

Article on depression

Understanding Depression and Strategies for Reduction Depression is a common but serious mental health disorder that affects millions of people worldwide. It can lead to a range of emotional and physical problems, making it difficult to carry out daily activities. Understanding depression and exploring effective strategies for reducing its symptoms is crucial for those affected and their loved ones. What is Depression? Depression is characterized by persistent feelings of sadness, hopelessness,

Overcome form depression

Depression

Depression is crying in your room on Christmas Day, for no reason, when your whole family is downstairs playing games and having fun. Depression is wishing time would hurry up from 5pm, so I can go the fuck to sleep - and only managing to hold out until 7:30pm before giving in. Depression is choosing to go to sleep at that time because I have zero motivation to do anything else and I'm bored shitless. Depression is that yearning to escape this life, but not daring to do it to my family, mostly because I was still here after the last time to see how broken they were, because of me. Depression is not giving a fuck. About anything. Yes there are still people I love - but I don't want to see them. Because I'm not me, my mind and heart are not mine lately, and I don't want them seeing me this way.