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I'm tired of feeling so alone. I'm too introverted to have many friends. My Depression is a blackness that is killing me. Too slowly. I try to be kind but others usually don't notice me unless they are looking for someone to hurt. I'm a failure at life.
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![]() In view of this: Quote:
![]() Depression is a kind of slow death. ![]() ![]() Or, maybe it's a living death. ![]() Or, maybe it's a slowing of life. ![]() Or, maybe no one definition of depression is sufficient. ![]() I could challenge your assessment of life "failure", but would my words be more than superficial comfort? I challenge all our abilities to assess the value of our own lives. ![]() Regardless of how you feel, Mountainstream, I cannot see you as a failure at life. ![]()
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