Adieu

I've had enough. Enough of this mentally debilitating, soul-sucking, emotion-draining, life-controlling disease called depression. I don't want to hide big pieces of me anymore just because I'm afraid those pieces are tainted with depression marks. I want to be all me, I want to be proud of my whole being, I want every aspect of me to be my own creation. I want to be able to proudly say -"Well I did this, and I thought this" and not having to be scared for fear that if people knew what I did or what I thought that they'd realise those were the doings and thoughts of a depressed person. I want to live life with confidence exuding every inch of my body, and not being constantly anxious and paranoid that everyone hates me.

I am not a failure for not dying despite my attempts. Quite obviously, I am not meant to die yet because I have a purpose to fulfil and God has panned out for me a life of happiness, fulfilment and rewards.