Life.

Life.
I used to be a seize the day type of person.
A go getter.
Potential. Daring. Young. Naive.
And then I got depressed.
It comes on suddenly, it's not something you would ever see coming.
Suddenly it's as if the blinds close. The walls close in. You can't breathe. You can't sleep. You can't eat.
You can't function.
People are patient at first, saying things like "oh it'll be okay" and "You're just having a bad day."
But then eventually they give up.
When everyone else gives up on you, why shouldn't you too?