When depression begins

One thing that I hate whenever my depression takes me is the feeling of helplessness, hopelessness and that sense of doom. I woke up today with that peculiar 'out of sorts' feeling. I was ok when I went to bed last night and it seems that suddenly, everything in my life is problematic.

Somehow, this morning, it dawned on me how f**ked up my life is... and has been. Today, even a simple thing becomes a burden. Every small thing becomes a big problem. Every smile is sinister or mocking. Everything is just plain wrong. And somehow, instead of solving these 'newfound' problems, I always have the tendency to make them worse.

I am tired. No, I'm exhausted.

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