*Preliminary warning: This article will address issues in relation to suicide and mental illness. If you think you may find this difficult to read, look after yourself and do what is best for your health.*
You come home from a long day of procrastinating, tired and famished with no motivation to do anything but obsessively watch Friends on Netflix, sadly engrossed in their lives to the point where you believe that you are one of the fictional gang.
It's 3:16 AM here, and despite the levels of savagery in my not-sarcastic sarcasm and my ability to function solely relying on my dependency of strong coffee, my body refuses to allow me the basic human necessity of sleep. I'm going strong into my fourth/fifth year of being a committed insomniac, but hey, by this stage, I'm basically a pro at dealing with it so I thought I should impart some wisdom onto my fellow sleep depraved humans.
Mental illness will either make or break you, to put it frankly. Knowing this is key to moving forward and pushing through it, rather than succumbing to its controlling tendencies—like I did, for a long time.
When he looks at you, he could stop your heart beating in your chest. There is a connection, an undeniable connection, so much so that it overwhelms you the extent to which a person can hold a power over you. Through the day, you check your phone repeatedly, discontented by anything less than a text from him.
What comes to your mind when you consider depression?