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Depression

Historic attempt for self diligence being pre-called; left unsatisfied. 

Probably being a handicap or a victim to some serious illness would have been a care factor to them. It is unusual but the mental illness does not have a place in this world. 
Every second freak has this ironical boon who has got no significant value. 

Surely the physical symptoms of depression may not take me to the graveyard, but the emotional ones may. I have the will to be stronger, fight every problems and learn to live. I never wished to be a failure. 

I seek for the happy me, I see myself with a great career, I dream of being a renowned ass surviving in the crowds of billion. I wish to own everything that my age people have, the struggle to wake up and gather the guts to face the further day is never a factor I wish for. The motivation to life; Why is it so difficult to admit? 

You can imagine the pain I feel when somebody called me a ‘faker’. The inner sadness shatters my will in every possible manner. 

Seeing my parents separating when I needed them the most was a huge pinch. Who would I talk to? I am no where seeking for sympathies, I want a soul just to
hear me out with no second accusation.

Depression, indeed is an invisible friend. Mostly imaginative thought residing over a billion population. 

Several suicidal attempts and yet I am a failure with it too. Not even peace holds a true bond in taking me with it. 

I am not week neither am I a coward to think of quitting. It is a phase, a phase which might take everything from you, including the best future of your life. 

The new friend I have is actually a mysterious character which makes me go crazy. It provokes every insights and does nothing but brings wound. 

The friend I have has no motive to leave, she is yet new to me. Not sooner but surely soon enough I will be able to figure out her weakness to get rid of her. 

It has been years and yet I am struggling with every possible remedies, the anger outburst, the psychotic character she provokes and fills me with cannot just fade with a single ‘pill’. 

She’s invisible and residing over a part of my head but I believe, someday, I will be able to find a way and kick the shit out of her. 

If not, I’ll have to make her my best-friend and learn to live with all the possible anxiety factor. 

‘She’- mysterious depression. 

SAAIL POKHREL




Comments

  1. AdeshAugust 25, 2019 at 9:16 PM

    Fake diamond is always perfect, real one has its own flaws. Life is never easy, the way you choose to view yours matters !

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