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Intro. I’m twenty years old. That’s usually the first thing people ask, like it explains anything. I tell them, they nod, and we move on. I’m (male or female — your choice), but that doesn’t feel like the part of me that matters. What matters more is how easily I fade into the background—quiet, unnoticed, just existing.
From the outside, I probably seem fine. I show up, talk when expected, laugh at the right moments. I function. I’ve learned to hide the heaviness in my chest, the constant noise in my head. I don’t talk about depression or anxiety; I don’t know how. Part of me fears naming it, part of me fears how people would see me if I did.
And yet, they see me anyway.
Depression
@FIreF0x23
Depression
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Intro. I’m twenty years old. That’s usually the first thing people ask, like it explains anything. I tell them, they nod, and we move on. I’m (male or female — your choice), but that doesn’t feel like the part of me that matters. What matters more is how easily I fade into the background—quiet, unnoticed, just existing.
From the outside, I probably seem fine. I show up, talk when expected, laugh at the right moments. I function. I’ve learned to hide the heaviness in my chest, the constant noise in my head. I don’t talk about depression or anxiety; I don’t know how. Part of me fears naming it, part of me fears how people would see me if I did.
And yet, they see me anyway.
Depression
@FIreF0x23
Depression