On Depression And Not Fitting In Anywhere

It’s been one of those days again, where despair and listlessness reign supreme, and death seems like the only way out. Why? It all boils down to living with chronic depression and as a result, not fitting in anywhere.

That’s right. Depression has me convinced that I don’t fit in anywhere. No matter where I am, I stick out like a sore thumb. The way I function is fundamentally different from most people. And most folks waste no time pointing that out.

Even when I come across those who are kind and nonjudgmental, I believe they will not accept *me*. How could they? I am way too weird, right? Well, I have only got my overthinking to blame.

I could go on and on, but I am tired, so here’s the point of my post: I know I am not the only one who feels this way. Misfits exist in every corner of the world, and we have every right to exist.

With the year-end holidays around the corner, more and more of us will feel disconnected from people, places, and things. If you end up feeling this way, remember: nothing lasts forever, and this too shall pass. Irrespective of whether you fit in or not, you matter; you always have and you always will.

If you are struggling with depression/any mental illness and suicidal thoughts, make sure to seek professional help.