“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I can't seem to find any motivation. I think I may be depressed. I'm not sure though. Aren't you supposed to feel sad when you're depressed. I don't feel sad. I don't really feel anything. I think that's worse. I'd like to cry and yell.

I always thought depression was a violent storm. A horrible and relentless attack on the senses. What I feel now is more a kin to the way a cliff drops suddenly to nothingness and I haven't fallen yet but I know that I will and all I truly notice is silence and loneliness. The fall will be release.