Hard Times

The problem of depression is that you are too depressed to do anything. I am too depressed to look for a psychiatrist. I am too depressed to take any medication. I am too depressed to try anything to treat my self and make myself feels better. It is a vicious circle. Untill something happy outside myself pushes me away from depression and saddness. It is usually love. Love is the only thing that can push any one from misrable to complete happiness. So, if any body lives without love then there is no hope to be a normal person. And since I miss that, I will be depressed forever. Love is real. Since you can feel it and miss it, then it is a real thing. I don’t believe that love is like Santa. They told us about him but he doesn’t exisit. Love is really out there, in somewhere. But I can’t get it.