i keep struggling to write something about this depression, about how it affects both j and i. i want to write about how it feels but somehow all of those descriptions have been written before in long blogposts and bad poetry and have become useless. there is just no way of knowing without going through it and unfortunately, i am watching while j goes through it.
but i am tired. tired of feeling suffocated, tired of crying, tired of fighting and tired of being tired.
depression sucks. pure and simple. passing it on to someone you love makes it even more craptacular.
cloudy, miserable days don't really help much either.