My Story, Depression And Me.
Imagine This Balloon Is Your Depression- " Imagine a big red balloon. This balloon is tide to your wrist and you cannot lose it no matter how hard you try. You start of your day by lying in bed, you wake up angry because the balloon was keeping you awake all night, getting in the way and making you uncomfortable. You try and get dressed, it takes at least an hour to pick out an outfit you like because nothing would fit around or over this balloon. Then you hear a knock at the door it's your friend, she has come round for a chat but this balloon is constantly getting in between you both. You cannot concentrate and you give up and your friend leaves angry at you because you let the balloon get in the way of you both and she did not understand why you couldn't just let it go. In the end you just go back to bed and you cry yourself to sleep" ...