Into Dust
Into Dust
There is something about being depressed that slows down the heart and become a heavy weight in your chest. It becomes uncomfortable and you start to just stay in bed, where it’s warm and cozy. You don’t want to leave that sanctuary and for good reason.
You’re gonna die soon.
And no one can help you. No one. You think about the happiness you lost and you tend to wonder what happened and how it all went wrong. You want to think about who ruined this happiness for you, who planted that seed of sadness inside.
And you wanna know the answers? It would be you. You and no one else.
I suppose you have no one else to blame but yourself. But of course as we are human we are incapable of blaming ourselves. We always see our own view, we can’t get into the minds of other people and really see or think what they see or think. It’s impossible. You’re not a mind reader and yet you think that your idea, your view your perspective is the right one, without even trying to see what else there was in the other mind.
This is how we come to that whole “Great Minds Think Alike” bullshit.
Because they think like us, agree with us. Of course we’re going to call them great minds. What else are we going to call them?
Absolutely nothing. Nothing.
We are humans and when depression claims our souls, we are left weak and fragile, vulnerable to our other enemies who can slip in a sentence or two about being useless and unwanted, thus leading us to want to end our lives.
This is how we die.
This is the death that awaits everyone and everything.
And we can’t stop it.
-Susana
There is something about being depressed that slows down the heart and become a heavy weight in your chest. It becomes uncomfortable and you start to just stay in bed, where it’s warm and cozy. You don’t want to leave that sanctuary and for good reason.
You’re gonna die soon.
And no one can help you. No one. You think about the happiness you lost and you tend to wonder what happened and how it all went wrong. You want to think about who ruined this happiness for you, who planted that seed of sadness inside.
And you wanna know the answers? It would be you. You and no one else.
I suppose you have no one else to blame but yourself. But of course as we are human we are incapable of blaming ourselves. We always see our own view, we can’t get into the minds of other people and really see or think what they see or think. It’s impossible. You’re not a mind reader and yet you think that your idea, your view your perspective is the right one, without even trying to see what else there was in the other mind.
This is how we come to that whole “Great Minds Think Alike” bullshit.
Because they think like us, agree with us. Of course we’re going to call them great minds. What else are we going to call them?
Absolutely nothing. Nothing.
We are humans and when depression claims our souls, we are left weak and fragile, vulnerable to our other enemies who can slip in a sentence or two about being useless and unwanted, thus leading us to want to end our lives.
This is how we die.
This is the death that awaits everyone and everything.
And we can’t stop it.
-Susana