“Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.”
When you hurt yourself and don’t put a band-aid on it because you think you deserve the pain
Your body creates a natural band-aid to keep you protected.
When you want to tear open your skin
Your skin fights back, creates a tough skin of scar tissue to prevent it happening again.
When you take all those pills because you’ve had enough
Your stomach contracts to get rid of them
Because your body