One of the things about my high-functioning depression is that it’s mostly made up not by that extreme feeling of panic and sadness, but by that feeling of nothingness.

At times I feel like I should start to be somewhat more open with it, but then I feel like people don’t really want to hear it. Yes, I know it’s not right to dwell on my problems (and besides I’m not sure how I would react if I was in an opposite situation), everyone has them, everyone’s carrying their own crosses. But when they respond with empty words or with that surface level concern, I’d like to know what point they’re trying to gain if they can’t even fit in the shoes I drag through every day?

I’ll wait.