I'm there for other people. I'm telling them not to commit suicide. I'm urging them to talk to people. I relate to them that depression is hard to overcome, and there is no one perfect way to recover from it. I prompt them to accept their feelings, like I've accepted mine, but to not use them as motivation to kill themselves.
Other people are there for me. They also give me reasons not to die. They offer to talk to me if I ever need to discuss my feelings and situation with them. A lot of them say to stay strong, not really knowing that I'm already weak and intend to stay weak, but I know they mean well. Most of them only know how depression works on the surface, and I almost don't want them to understand how it works deep inside.
I keep lying to myself and saying that you're there. Honestly, you abandoned me. You know better than to do that; you stayed with me at first, and you've stayed with others to support them. But I scared you out of your wits, and the situation seems to most like it has passed the point of recovery. I still have hope to fix this all. You'll be there in less than a week. I hope what I say sinks past your fear and into your heart.
