Week Seven Update

11/1/13
The below passage is an entry in character one's (Raven) journal this is her attempt at explaining what depression does to you. People say depression is for the weak but if the mentally strongest person in the world went through this thing picking through their head taking every doubt they head, every bad day they've been through, every person they've lost, every heart break they've had. After awhile it will get to you and their is no stopping it unless you get help. Real help, not a friend who says they care but you know they talk behind you back, not a paid worker who gets money for you to tell you their problems but REAL help. From family, close family friends, childhood friends even people waiting for you to call on this number (National number 1-800-273-TALK)
Now I understand. Not exactly in the way I wanted to, but I understand the concept of being depressed. Once it starts you become upset at even the smallest of things, a thought even. You know it’s coming too. Fighting to get back to the light you think of all the things that made you happy before, like your best friend going to the fair with you that one time. Then the darkness gets in your way saying in its deep soothing voice trying to lure you closer to it. “She doesn't really care about you. Remember all those times she called you a name? You thought they were kidding most the time right? They weren't." As you escape that thought feeling its weight pull on you, you run as fast as you can going to another thought. It follows there as well, amused with how hard you’re trying. Seeing a tear appear on your cheek, it knows its winning, just one more push and it’ll have you. Still trying, you think about your first time at your favorite place, how peaceful and comfortable you are there. You can see it grin at you as it says, “but that place won’t be there forever," so calm and reasonable you start to fall a little more giving it the confidence to keep going “This world changes every second not caring about what it crushes even if it’s you. You’re not special you’re just a regular person with no skill, no talent, no life." Finally breaking, you start to sob quietly not to wake anyone, not giving that thing the satisfaction of hearing it win.