I hate how I'm afraid to talk to people about my depression because I feel like they'll think I'm pathetic and being dramatic.

But I’m not. I feel so suffocated and trapped within the walls of my own mind. I can’t stand living in my own head and it smothers me. Too many memories… too many thoughts that I can’t escape. I try my best to distract myself which is why I overcommit myself so much, in an attempt to compensate for my traumatic past by creating a brighter future which, ironically, I can’t even see. Nothing motivates me and all I want to do is sleep. I feel like I’m living life in grayscale, and I just can’t enjoy the things I used to. I’m dead behind the eyes.