Le mie gambe sembrano incatenate con il ferro pi\u00f9 duro e non mi permettono di muovermi.<\/p>\n
I am sitting in front of my wardrobe and thinking what to wear today. Then I realize that I don\u2019t give a damn what I will look like and take the first tracksuit from my closet.<\/p>\n
Non ho nessuna energia per truccarmi.<\/p>\n
My hair is up because I don\u2019t feel like combing it this morning. While I am doing all those robotic things one at the time, I am thinking about the old me.<\/p>\n
Penso che questo giorno sar\u00e0 un giorno di depressione, ma sono troppo stanco per cambiare.<\/p>\n
Ho cercato in tutti i modi di tirare fuori un po' di energia positiva da me stessa. Ho cercato con tutto me stesso di avere una giornata normale.<\/p>\n
Ma per quanto mi sforzi, alla fine della giornata mi sento depressa. Mi sento come se non avessi fatto nulla per salvarmi. E questa sensazione mi sta divorando.<\/p>\n
I understand that this day won\u2019t be any different from yesterday. And tomorrow won\u2019t be any better, I know. I will get up tired again, even if I have slept for 8 hours.<\/p>\n
Ancora una volta, dovr\u00f2 costringermi a vestirmi e a fare colazione.<\/p>\n
The thing is that no matter how much I try I can\u2019t bring back the old me.<\/span> Mi manca la ragazza che era allegra e divertente con cui parlare. Mi mancano le ore passate davanti allo specchio a scegliere il vestito migliore da indossare.<\/p>\n And I miss coordinating it with my lipstick and my nail polish colors. I miss new people in my life. I miss the nights out and small chats with strangers. I miss my life\u2014I miss the old me. <\/p>\n But I know that I can\u2019t bring my old life back because depression made this out of me. Depression has come into my life and taken control over me. I have no power to fight back. I am powerless and I give up. Every single day\u2014the same story.<\/p>\n I wake up and when I think what my day is going to look like, I wish I hadn\u2019t woken up. I wish I had died in my sleep. I would be saved from all this suffering. I wouldn\u2019t feel these cramps in my stomach every morning.<\/p>\n I wouldn\u2019t have to go out. I wouldn\u2019t have to talk to people. Because I would be dead. And when you die, nothing is important anymore.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n![\"Giovane](\"https:\/\/herway.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/freestocks-org-245827.jpg\")
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