Nameless,

A poignant piece considering the time of year. Not everyone ushers in a new year filled with jubilation and merriment; indeed, the fact that we our led to believe it should be about those things often only makes it worse.
Isolation and loneliness are awful feelings, and depression is a terrible thing to have to deal with, let alone now.

Take care and all the best,

Ben

I agree with Ben, not everyone brings in the holidays with celebration. Depression is not an easy thing to deal with and how you eloquently stated it's always there whether or not you want it to be. Although a sad write, it was done really well. I hope this coming year brings some relief to you-

Hi, I must say I saw Bens and Brendas comments so thought I'd take a look at your piece and I must say I was not disappointed. This is a unique, relatable and saddening especially as so many people suffer with this in silence and just yesterday I found out a girl I was close to in school committed suicide :( and I guess people suffer in silence because they're ashamed but we shouldn't be but unfortunately we are.

1/ At first, I thought this was about being mentally abused because of the connotations (I think surrounding this stanza) then obviously reading on I realised what it was about and this illness does make us feel worthless and helpless.

2/ This is my favourite part because you should be celebrating and because you are suffering with depression you can't see the good things in life so you sit alone and (again because you have depression) why not, because even in a room full of people you'd feel that way too. Is such a cliched situation.

3/ This I felt again was about a partner because of then being by your side but feeding you lies upon lies and it's a sad situation that this happens all too often in relationships and depression, I do like how you kind of talk about depression as if it was a human or maybe it was how I interpreted it.

4/ That ending is such a slap in the face of being able to count on depression because even though it is a pain in the ass it's always there for us unlike people, people let us down.

A fantastic poem.
Em