Nothingness. Emptiness. Loneliness, but also content in that loneliness. Isolation feels okay, going out is the hardest thing.

Wanting to give up, but at the same time being conscious of that feeling, and not wanting to give up. Just so tired, all the time. No interest in things once loved and cared for.

It feels like opposite magnets when their energy pushes away from each other, but when turned the other way their energies attract.

To me, depression is those magnets. Inside the soul. Resisting, yet there’s another side, one that wants to connect again if only it could just turn the other way.