caseyblake

Suicidal. Suicidal. What does that really even mean? Am I ready to take my own life? I think under any given circumstance that deems it a worthy cause i would do it. But does it go from suicide to a self sacrifice? To die, to give a purpose to someone and make them see that death is very real to each and every one of us. It could hit home. I'm not mentally ill. I'm not from an abused house. I don't rebel against the norms of society, I welcome them in fact. I don't fit any profile a psychologist can throw at me, and yet here I am, probably at my most depressed state. Why are you not happy? You always look depressed? Spend a day looking through the veil I see the world through and it won't take but a few minutes to swing you to my side. But no, no I can't be this way. I don't fit a profile. I don't match a statistic. I have to be happy because i'm not a bum or a misfortunate case. I write to show that depression and suicidal thoughts are not discriminatory. They don't care who you are or what you did. They latch onto you and remind you constantly of the dismal state you're in. Emotional triggers everywhere around me, i'm in a world of pain that I can't even escape even in my mind. Why then do we label everything in our world with a tag and symptoms? How can we strive to be different when in fact, being different is now a class of people. Rebel? Ten thousand people rebel in any given moment. There is no difference in our world. We sustain. We Love. We die. We are all the same.