That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key
Yeah.
She smiles but don't let that fool you.
Look into her eyes. she's breaking inside.
Having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. It's the fear of failure, but no urge to be productive. It's wanting friends but hate socializing. It's wanting to be alone but not lonely. It's caring about everything then nothing. It's feeling everything at once then feeling paralyzingly numb