How I’d never want anyone to go through what I do
You know the kind of people who just keep giving their “unconditional love” to people who May not deserve it but need it?
You know the kind of people who are always there to support you regardless of your misadventures or behavior towards them?
Well, they’re gems to have around and let me gloat a bit, I am one of them.
I’m the constant emotional support my friends, family and social circle relies upon for getting stuff done.
I try as much as possible to be at my best behavior, to console, to give love as much as they need.
The major fault in this is , what if their support system needs support herself?
I have been battling with moderate clinical depression since two months now. More like, with *diagnosed depression.
I know I’ve been at the brink of collapse since roughly a year now. But I’ve been trying to ignore it and get my mind off it, trying all methods of escapism. You name it,I’ve done it.
When finally, my college summer break broke me.
The relationships, the ample amount of time with no constant friends around, the sh*tty internship I was fired from, the friction at home; all brought me to my collapse.
I’ve cried my nights, I’ve wasted my days, I’ve hoped it’ll get better, I’ve wanted to hurt myself but never did.
I tried to seek therapy for my condition, I’m waiting for it to show effect.
I was supposed to go have two meetings today but I ended up curling up in my bed ignoring all calls and texts whatsoever.
There is no plot twist to this,yet.
All this seems more like a diary entry but I guess I just needed to let it out of my system.
One anxiety attack morning, I cried myself into art. I started painting whatever I found most relatable and ended up making this.

(Due credits of the design to its owner)
It’s messy, it’s without concrete basics of sketching but it served a purpose possibly nothing could’ve.
It made me feel calm.
I hope anyone who’s feeling anything like I did, finds solace in art/a person/themselves soon.
I’d never wish anyone to go through what I am.
