Depression

isn’t always a horrible voice inside my head yelling at me to stop living. Sometimes it’s silence.

Complete and utter silence.

Even my heart is silent. I can’t sleep, eat, I can’t even drink a glass of water (which used to be one of my favorite things). My energy is silent. My body is silent. My feelings are silent. My brain is so frozen it can’t even decipher what sent me into this spiral again. Was it the anniversary of someone I loved passing away? Was it some bully’s cruel words? Was it stress?

The only thing that numbs the numbness is stories.

So I keep on making them.