POV for the depressed individual(s) (aka me 😗)

Last night you were with friends eating pizza and having a good time. You got that feeling in your chest and you can feel it coming. Your face drops and when people notice you say it’s just your resting b*tch face and laugh it off. It’s eating away at you. It’s 11pm and you’re going home. You don’t speak to anyone and go straight to your room and start reading, playing games, anything to get it off your mind. You don’t sleep until 4:30am. You wake up at 10:20 to pull a 7 hour shift. Your coworkers and managers can see somethings wrong but you brush it off. Your chest feels tight. You clock out and get home. Again, not speaking to anyone, you go to your room. You turn on that playlist and you break down. You can’t even pinpoint what’s wrong. You’re so damaged on the inside and you can’t even understand why. That

numb choking feeling is in your throat and you can’t breathe. The walls are thin so you’re silently screaming. You start playing those songs that will make you calm down after 2 hours of balling your heart out, still unsatisfied. 1 hour later and your chest is still tight and your mind is numb. Your eyes are burning and you know you won’t sleep until 4:30 but at least you don’t work tomorrow. Another day, another excuse, another argument in your head, all for no reason.