It’s like standing in the dark, you can’t move, but only feel thousands of eyes glaring at you, exposed and vulnerable with nothing to hide behind. Though it’s dark, you can make out silhouettes, violent and hostile. Your heart is racing, chest is tightening, the air becomes heavy and you’re drenched in sweat.
The deafening silence is broken by screams, ear piercing, bone chilling shrills. You make every effort to shut out the cries, but it’s a fruitless contest. Now, try to escape.


If I had to put it into words what it feels like to be suffering from depression, anxiety and lost of hope, this would be it. Not much of it has changed, apart what’s clawing its’ way towards me.



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