Closet Depression
I spent a lot of time crying in my closet.
This is the product of my closet depression.
More secrets in these topics: depression , editors choice
I spent a lot of time crying in my closet.
This is the product of my closet depression.
More secrets in these topics: depression , editors choice
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love this <3
I think thats pretty cool! not that you’re sad, but what you can create while being sad. I can only imagine what you can do when you’re happy.
I do my best/most interesting work when I’m depressed. I miss that. When I’m happy I can’t create.
I agree completely. It’s so frustrating, but I feel like I am way more creative when I’m sad.
I love being creative; but I have become one of the happiest people I know, which I guess is a good thing.
Hope you’re finally free.
this made me smile, i don’t know what it is about your choice of words. Thankyou.
i thought i was the only one…
we’re out there. No better place than the privacy of your own closet i guess.
I’m 27 and sometimes when I get really depressed I get the urge to cry in my closet. My closet was my crying place growing up.
The picture is beautiful.
I understand. My closet was my sanctuary. I used to cut, cry, laugh and sleep in that closet. I still won’t buy a house without a nice closet for me.
i went from depression into loneliness
i’m not sure which one is more appealing.
<3
When I’m depressed and self destructive, I do and create some beautiful things. They are my own attempt to counteract the misery in me. Those things, whatever they may be tend to get a lot of positive attention. Every bit of praise I get gives me reason to continue these self destructive ways. That short period of happy is worth the pain and stress I soak in to create it. Needless to say this never ends well. It’s sad because when others know I’m not well they tell me they love me. They give examples of the great person they see in me, reasons why they are proud of me and why I should be proud of myself too. If they knew the truth behind the beautiful person they see in me, they would loose their respect for me. I fear they would even question the love they have for me. I loose myself so I don’t loose the people I love me who love me back. Now I question, whats the matter when it will all be lost eventually?
I loose myself so I don’t loose the people I love who love me back. Now I question, whats the matter when it will all be lost eventually?