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J. K. Rowling (via andyouhavetogivethemhope)

Depression is something I would never wish on anyone. Not the people who teased me day in and day out when I was growing up. Not the girls who laughed at my mere appearance. Not the boys who said I was disgusting. Not the so-called friends who went on to play on my hopes, giving form to the thoughts that plague me now. 

Depression hurts in a way I find hard to explain. It’s like having all your limbs covered with sandbags but you know very well that there’s nothing there so comes the frustration of why can’t you just get up. It’s a pain that runs from your eyes down over your heart down to your stomach like fingers dragging and scratching along under your skin. It’s the hand that grips and holds your heart tight. It’s a slow pressure that sucks on the back of your mind. 

It’s horrible.  But the worst part, the absolute worst is not knowing what to say or tell a loved one when you are hurting so bad and they want to help.

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