Es no entender que siento y no saber cómo controlarlo.

When you're depressed you find no joy in anything and when the motivation is gone everything is so hard and it feels like pushing oneself through something to get things done.

A numbness, void of feeling, of experience, of detail, and yet tainted by irrepressible melancholy, tangible merely by its presence amongst an absence of sensory processing. The self-knowledge of impotence, the battle lines of depression so prescient and present beyond existential, but with only an inner murmur, tone deaf and stripped bare, with which to fight back. Debilitating! Suffocating! Dehumanising! Horror!

Ништо нема смисла. Станувањето од кревет значи трошење на последните сили,а денот уште не започнал.

Depresia mea iese cu greu la suprafață, ceea ce face vindecarea mai dificilă. Nu îmi place să vorbesc despre cauzele care au dus la asta, m-ar face să plâng și plânsul mă face să mă simt mult prea vulnerabilă.

抑郁症不是你的阴暗面。他在你之外,他是一个非常了解你的朋友。他不停地和你说话,好让你无法和其他人交谈。他参与你的每一个生活细节,从地板上的发丝,到因为撕破皮肤而多处流血的手指。你在深冬夜晚一个人开车回家的路上大声地自言自语,泪水不断涌出而让你看不清道路,你似乎没有感觉,因为那感觉并不是疼痛,你似乎又有恨的感觉,因为一切都不能讨好你,你认为 一切都滑稽可笑,甚至令人作呕。你不想要拥抱和同情,你只想逃离自己的身体,逃离现下的空间,甚至时间。你不明白自己为什么存在,也不明白怎么样撤销现存的一切。你没有决定权,你那么无助。

The outside world is like grooves a lesson from my deceased grandpa. I realize, when I'm down and fragile, when depressed that I look back to time, source, the environment and memories Every day a new opening,a new mission on many levels.. it gives a meaning to my being And then the truk At this point the groove, the history, the past memory and others memories at that time the courage comes. to write about my depression and reach out to other depressed I'd say depression becomes bigger because of time, memories, environment I tend to miss myself, And then I get weak

I think the best explanation I've come across about depression, is the feeling of being pressed down.. de-pressed. Something heavy, working against you, being carried around. I can't say if I have had this or not, but a layer of anxiety was hovering above really deep intimate feelings of sadness which I didn't want to deal with and it manifested over time. Turning it all into music somehow was a way of making something horrible into something beautiful.

My depression feels mostly like the absence of feeling. The best I get is perpetually numb, but that is better than when despair takes over and I feel like I cannot breathe and nothing will ever get better. I am working on it though and it is the hope that things will get better that keeps me going.

Felt* bad, although not the worst thing in the world. Accept it, see a professional, overcome it - life is worth living.

Mulle masennus tuntuu kuin harmaalta ja raskaalta verholta silmieni edessä, joka saa mut näkemään kaikki sameassa ja surullisessa valossa.

Κατάθλιψη είναι όταν δεν μπορώ να βρω νόημα πια σε τίποτα, όταν κάθε βήμα που κάνω είναι σαν να σέρνω μια μεγάλη πέτρα από πίσω, όταν αυτά που μου έδιναν δύναμη και χαρά με αφήνουν αδιάφορη και άδεια.

To this very day I'm stunned that I've made it this far. The deep dives into complete despair getting more and more regular and worse with age. I still hardly live much of a life but I take the little pleasures that I can whilst I can - unfortunately this means heavily relying on my vices most of the time. I wish I had answers for others but all I can hope is that others like myself whilst completely in the depths of it still take one of their only pleasures in trying to better the lives of other's around them. Looking after myself feels pointless but one of the few things I can muster the effort to do is be decent to the other's in my life.

Masentuneena sisin vaipuu lamaantuneeseen tilaan. Kaikki ympärillä tapahtuva tuntuu helposti raskaalta. Silloin tarvitsisi ystävää, joka kertoo kuinka arvokas olen. Ja joka kuuntelee. Että yksinäisyyteen loistaisi taas toivon säde.

Sin tristeza, ni felicidad. Es una nube gris opacando el impulso de vivir.

Siento que todo se viene abajo y que nada tiene sentido. Puedo funcionar en mi vida diaria pero nada de lo que hago importa y todo me hace llorar. Dejo de hacer las cosas que antes me gustaban (dibujar, leer, salir con amigos) me encierro en mi mundo y no salgo a menos que sea al trabajo, porque tengo miedo. Tengo miedo de que me vean, siento que algo siempre me va a lastimar físicamente si me expongo a otros. No puedo ver a nadie a los ojos porque no quiero que vean lo que siento. Y me siento sola, muy sola, repugnante físicamente y un fracaso que no merece ser amado por lo que soy.

Depression er som at være i en osteklokke, som man gerne vil ud af, og samtidig ønsker man, at den lukker sig tættere omkring en for at skærme for alt det, man ikke magter.

I got my depressive side from my mother. There was always that darkness inside of me. I was a nice child but was really lost. Always been waving and fighting between the light and the shadows. There has always been a cloud in front of my rainbow. I have learned, through the years, and especially through music, not only to accept, but to embrace my dark side. To accept my tears, and stop seeing that darkness as a weakness. When I first heard you it was Battles. I feel in love with your voice, your sound, your soul, cause we can totally feel it. I follow you since and I got to say you make me travel in my head so much more that I could around the world... Thank you for sharing your uniqueness with you, you truly are a blessing xxx

Она то, что есть в моем маленьком мире. Не важно, как я не хочу ее замечать, она никуда не уйдет...

Masentuneena en jaksaisi olla ihmisten ympäröimänä. Mielelläni jäisin kotiin. Mutta kuka kuulisi ja näkisi vetäytymiseni taakse? Masentuneena ääni tarttuu kurkkuun ja on vaikea pyytää apua.

Es no entender que siento y no saber cómo controlarlo.

When you're depressed you find no joy in anything and when the motivation is gone everything is so hard and it feels like pushing oneself through something to get things done.

A numbness, void of feeling, of experience, of detail, and yet tainted by irrepressible melancholy, tangible merely by its presence amongst an absence of sensory processing. The self-knowledge of impotence, the battle lines of depression so prescient and present beyond existential, but with only an inner murmur, tone deaf and stripped bare, with which to fight back. Debilitating! Suffocating! Dehumanising! Horror!

Ништо нема смисла. Станувањето од кревет значи трошење на последните сили,а денот уште не започнал.

Depresia mea iese cu greu la suprafață, ceea ce face vindecarea mai dificilă. Nu îmi place să vorbesc despre cauzele care au dus la asta, m-ar face să plâng și plânsul mă face să mă simt mult prea vulnerabilă.

抑郁症不是你的阴暗面。他在你之外,他是一个非常了解你的朋友。他不停地和你说话,好让你无法和其他人交谈。他参与你的每一个生活细节,从地板上的发丝,到因为撕破皮肤而多处流血的手指。你在深冬夜晚一个人开车回家的路上大声地自言自语,泪水不断涌出而让你看不清道路,你似乎没有感觉,因为那感觉并不是疼痛,你似乎又有恨的感觉,因为一切都不能讨好你,你认为 一切都滑稽可笑,甚至令人作呕。你不想要拥抱和同情,你只想逃离自己的身体,逃离现下的空间,甚至时间。你不明白自己为什么存在,也不明白怎么样撤销现存的一切。你没有决定权,你那么无助。

The outside world is like grooves a lesson from my deceased grandpa. I realize, when I'm down and fragile, when depressed that I look back to time, source, the environment and memories Every day a new opening,a new mission on many levels.. it gives a meaning to my being And then the truk At this point the groove, the history, the past memory and others memories at that time the courage comes. to write about my depression and reach out to other depressed I'd say depression becomes bigger because of time, memories, environment I tend to miss myself, And then I get weak

I think the best explanation I've come across about depression, is the feeling of being pressed down.. de-pressed. Something heavy, working against you, being carried around. I can't say if I have had this or not, but a layer of anxiety was hovering above really deep intimate feelings of sadness which I didn't want to deal with and it manifested over time. Turning it all into music somehow was a way of making something horrible into something beautiful.

My depression feels mostly like the absence of feeling. The best I get is perpetually numb, but that is better than when despair takes over and I feel like I cannot breathe and nothing will ever get better. I am working on it though and it is the hope that things will get better that keeps me going.

Felt* bad, although not the worst thing in the world. Accept it, see a professional, overcome it - life is worth living.

Mulle masennus tuntuu kuin harmaalta ja raskaalta verholta silmieni edessä, joka saa mut näkemään kaikki sameassa ja surullisessa valossa.

Κατάθλιψη είναι όταν δεν μπορώ να βρω νόημα πια σε τίποτα, όταν κάθε βήμα που κάνω είναι σαν να σέρνω μια μεγάλη πέτρα από πίσω, όταν αυτά που μου έδιναν δύναμη και χαρά με αφήνουν αδιάφορη και άδεια.

To this very day I'm stunned that I've made it this far. The deep dives into complete despair getting more and more regular and worse with age. I still hardly live much of a life but I take the little pleasures that I can whilst I can - unfortunately this means heavily relying on my vices most of the time. I wish I had answers for others but all I can hope is that others like myself whilst completely in the depths of it still take one of their only pleasures in trying to better the lives of other's around them. Looking after myself feels pointless but one of the few things I can muster the effort to do is be decent to the other's in my life.

Masentuneena sisin vaipuu lamaantuneeseen tilaan. Kaikki ympärillä tapahtuva tuntuu helposti raskaalta. Silloin tarvitsisi ystävää, joka kertoo kuinka arvokas olen. Ja joka kuuntelee. Että yksinäisyyteen loistaisi taas toivon säde.

Sin tristeza, ni felicidad. Es una nube gris opacando el impulso de vivir.

Siento que todo se viene abajo y que nada tiene sentido. Puedo funcionar en mi vida diaria pero nada de lo que hago importa y todo me hace llorar. Dejo de hacer las cosas que antes me gustaban (dibujar, leer, salir con amigos) me encierro en mi mundo y no salgo a menos que sea al trabajo, porque tengo miedo. Tengo miedo de que me vean, siento que algo siempre me va a lastimar físicamente si me expongo a otros. No puedo ver a nadie a los ojos porque no quiero que vean lo que siento. Y me siento sola, muy sola, repugnante físicamente y un fracaso que no merece ser amado por lo que soy.

Depression er som at være i en osteklokke, som man gerne vil ud af, og samtidig ønsker man, at den lukker sig tættere omkring en for at skærme for alt det, man ikke magter.

I got my depressive side from my mother. There was always that darkness inside of me. I was a nice child but was really lost. Always been waving and fighting between the light and the shadows. There has always been a cloud in front of my rainbow. I have learned, through the years, and especially through music, not only to accept, but to embrace my dark side. To accept my tears, and stop seeing that darkness as a weakness. When I first heard you it was Battles. I feel in love with your voice, your sound, your soul, cause we can totally feel it. I follow you since and I got to say you make me travel in my head so much more that I could around the world... Thank you for sharing your uniqueness with you, you truly are a blessing xxx

Она то, что есть в моем маленьком мире. Не важно, как я не хочу ее замечать, она никуда не уйдет...

Masentuneena en jaksaisi olla ihmisten ympäröimänä. Mielelläni jäisin kotiin. Mutta kuka kuulisi ja näkisi vetäytymiseni taakse? Masentuneena ääni tarttuu kurkkuun ja on vaikea pyytää apua.














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Dear Fans,

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Thank you for visiting my page.

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I would like to invite you to share your experiences of depression and mental health. You can write anonymously and in your own language.

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By pre-ordering my album, you will also be supporting Music Minds Matter, a 24/7 service that helps musicians through tough times.

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