TW (Trigger Warning) Depression in Childhood

For too long I believed that the way I felt was something that I should be ashamed of. Something that should be hidden away from prying eyes. No-one ever taught me that it was okay to be not okay. No-one ever told me that every single person can feel this way at least one point in their lives. So I locked the feeling of emptiness and sadness away in the back of my mind, and I buried them as deep as I could until I just couldn’t do it any longer. My depression had fed off of the isolation and the loneliness, then grew bigger and more intense with every passing day, until one day the pressure got too much and I erupted with rage. Continue reading “TW (Trigger Warning) Depression in Childhood”