Talking to the depressed you (Long read)

I was just crying ‘normally’ and I thought maybe I should write something right now and I didn’t know how to start or continue, ending is easy, isn’t it? Stopping is easy. Turning back is easy, isn’t it? It just comes to me how what I’m seeing is just so different from what my eyes are watching, how what I’m hearing with my ears are not what I’m listening to sitting here wondering how life works in almost eight billion different ways on Earth. I’m not feeling what my body is