IPSHITA

“  It was the summer break of 2015, I stayed home the whole day, every day. All I did was sleep the whole day, and cry every night without fail. People had tried to get me out of it and downright failed. I lost interest in everything, and that's when I started questioning my existence. I had suicidal tendencies, and this is probably the first time I'm admitting to it. I simply wanted it to end. I came across a writer's profile on Instagram one day and I loved the fact that she had the balls to not only come out of everything that had happened to her, but also to write it down, vent, and share it. I'd found my hope, I created a page that very day and started to write. Ever since, I haven't had these thoughts again. I've grown more resilient. Never make people feel like the problems they have are "not significant", because if they weren't, they wouldn't freaking be so troubled. Nobody enjoys depression, or being called whiny and weak. Depression hits you mentally, as well as physically. I still remember blacking out all of a sudden so many times in the past, and I'm thankful that it didn't last. Also, it is important to understand that while talking about things may help some people, it doesn't help everyone. I try to stay in touch with people and give them hope always, but people like me are out there too, who are far beyond sweet talk and discard help from people. To those people I'd like to say - find inspiration, something to create, to explore, and even if it excites you very little, do it. Find the smallest ray of hope you spot and grab it tight in your fist, it'll carry you through the dark tunnel. You'll be out before you know it. Life is always worth the struggle you face. If you can't find someone, be your own light, lift yourself up and love life harder. Unlike people, life is more or less bound to love you back.”