There are mornings when the hardest thing in the world is simply moving from horizontal to vertical. Not running a marathon, not finishing a project, not even making breakfast. Just… getting out of bed.
The weight of the blanket feels like it’s laced with concrete. Your body aches in ways that have nothing to do with muscles or joints. It’s like gravity has doubled overnight, and your mind whispers the same cruel refrain: Why bother?
You tell yourself you’ll move in five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. But the minutes slide by, and the longer you lie there, the heavier everything becomes.
The sunlight that seeps through the blinds doesn’t feel warm; it feels like pressure. The world is moving without you, and you can’t find the strength to join it.
You scroll through your phone, because it’s easier than facing the silence. You count the reasons you should get up — work, food, people who might need you — and then immediately erase them with another thought: It doesn’t matter. None of it matters.
That’s what depression feels like it seeps in, uninvited, and suddenly even the smallest act feels like climbing Everest without oxygen. People who’ve never lived it sometimes mistake it for laziness, or assume it’s about.+See more details. .
𝗙𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗔𝗽𝗽 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗹 𝗧𝗼 𝗚𝗲𝘁 𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗡𝗲𝘄𝘀 𝗔𝘀 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗗𝗿𝗼𝗽!
