Having a hopeless sort of day so this is bit of a brain dump but needing to articulate myself somewhere. 

I’ve realised my only wish is to be happy in whatever form that takes. Days individually pass and we wish for money, a nice house, the latest phone. But really so long as you’re “happy” those things can be tackled or worked on. Happiness is everything 


It scares me to think that everyday passes and time isn’t slowing down. The days months and years march defiantly onward and everyday I wake up to the same monotony and sense of unfulfilling as yesterday. 

And despite all this worry, concern and anguish, my mind still can’t find the motivation or  discover a pathway that’ll lead me to kick myself into gear and remove the emptiness from my life. It can’t  find a way to be happy. That to me is “depression” at its root. 

Hopefully this can at least help someone relate.