Read This When You Feel So Incredibly Alone With Your Depression

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27 pills.

I count them twice. I then calculate how many I’d have to take in order to not wake up. The deeper I go down my depression the more I wonder why the hell I’m still here. The pills that are supposed to make me feel better can only work if I believe they do. I had stopped believing in their powers weeks ago but I don’t want to tell anyone that.