Through the eyes of Melissa

 I find myself thinking about if this is actually where I want to be.  Walking up each day feeling pressured is hard. No matter what you do it just always feels like it is never good enough for the people around you. In the darkest of times while going through depression you find yourself alone. When you are happy there are a lot of people present but they all disappear in your time of need. Being troubled by depression is one of the hardest things in life. It gets worse when you grow up in a country where you are frowned at or given ridiculed when you mention anything that portrays you as weak. People think that mental illness is a joke and it is only serious when you are literally eating from the bin. We need to stop this backward thinking. A lot of us are suffering from a lot of trauma that we ourselves lash out at others about. It may not their fault that we are going through this stress but they could have triggered it in a way that we might even get ourselves in trouble.  Sigh. I