A Letter to Myself.

by Ri DelaRosa   Nov 2, 2014


Dear me,

I really am sick of the depression.
You pull me down when I'm almost 'normal'. I can't stand everything you make me do. You make me want to kill myself when I know I don't have the heart to do it, you make me upset at every little thing that falls by me, you make hurt myself when all I want is for the pain to stop.

You are killing me slowly, but I just don't want you to push me too far. I know it feels like people don't care but once I'm gone, I will never see them again and if I never see them again that is truly the end. My emotions will be gone when really I know not all emotions are bad even through some states of mind that is all it ever feels like.

I will never take those pills, I don't want to rely on anything but myself, why can't you be okay with that?

Why won't you let me live my life?

From me.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Eric T Jones

    Hope is the greatest attribute that mankind has. I feel your pains but I also see the brilliance of hope in your words. Nicely done!!

  • 9 years ago

    by Polly

    I like the bluntness of this. I find it interesting that this is a letter to yourself, yet you are talking to the depression? In my mind, they cannot be the same thing. 'You' does not equal the depression. In the same way as you probably wouldn't get mad at yourself for suffering with a cold, you'd get mad at the virus ;) Hope that makes sense, and that you see that I mean it in a kind way. x