Its.
It’s the waking up in the morning and looking at myself in the mirror, not even recognizing the reflection.
It’s the over ananalyzing and wondering who is this person looking back at you.
It’s the scrutiny and not understanding who you are anymore.
It’s realizing you aren’t yourself.
It’s not knowing what you want, much less the significance of your existence.
It’s that crippling feeling of losing all you were.
That is depression.
This is depression.
