Depression
I have never shared this before but there are very dark places in the back of everyone's life. I have been there its a dark hopeless place born of routine and pretext. It's a place were one does because they are expected to. I cracked jokes because I was the jokes guy, I smiled because it was what people were accustomed to, I was the life of the party but every few minutes I secluded myself and went silent. I would walk away and cry because even in all this life around me I was dead. Gradually I stopped going out gave excuses till no one called anymore. I would go to work and find a reason to keep away from everyone. I was sinking. But for some reason I found a reason to stay a float. I woke up everyday and went to work not because I had to survive but because it would have been selfish of me to give up when there were others who depended on me. I found purpose in others. Every now and then I would sink, I would sleep through the weekend and over exert myself at work....