Loneliness and Solitude, very different yet seem to come hand in hand.
Lately I’ve been feeling lonely, surrounded by people who love and care for me. Yet still lonely. Again, present but not really here.
Perhaps depression really is contagious, an air borne disease of the mind set to consume us as a generation before anything else can.
But who’s to say I’m depressed when I’m not really sad just isolated, isolated within the boundaries of my thoughts. My inability to express myself crippling me.
Comments like “don’t overthink” do nothing but frustrate me further, if it was that easy would it not have already been done?
Unfinished but enough for now.