To me, depression is an anchor that I have to carry around all the time. And it stops me from doing things, even the things I used to enjoy. This anchor is so heavy that all I can do is sit and stare at the wall or the ceiling or whatever's in front of me.
Trust me, I wanna get up but the anchor is dragging me down. I lose all my energy carrying it and sometimes it's exhausting to even lift my pencil when I try to draw. All I can do is just stare at the blank page.
And my tears would meet the paper way before the pen could mark anything.
The thing I'm sitting on is anxiety. I wasted my time explaining the anchor and I'm too lazy to write something about this topic but I think ya'll can interpret this on your own.
I love the balloons! They represent the positives that help me feel better: family, friends, God, compliments I get, Internet, crushes, etc.
They help me lift the anchor.