Depression started out sad but ended up normal, became that foundation that lied at the bottom of my mental state, where I went to wipe tears that no longer fell, where the inside of me cried for help and the outside of me acted like nothing was wrong. I acted because, after all the disappointments and the same life cycles, I didn’t believe there could be better. I acted because that normal felt comfortable and I didn’t have the energy to break free. I acted because I was tired of questions, worried faces, and superficial solutions. But I was tired of feeling nothing more than anything else...