The Unseen Battles

Most people think they know me, but the truth is, they only see what they want to see. They have a version of me that fits into their expectations, their needs, their convenience. I wear a mask every day—one that I’ve become so skilled at putting on that it seems like second nature. But underneath that mask lies a reality that almost no one knows.

What people don’t see is that I’ve been fighting with depression for over a decade now. They have no idea what it’s like to wake up each day and push through the fog of sadness that lingers in my mind. They don’t know that most nights, I cry myself to sleep, hoping that tomorrow might feel a little lighter, a little less suffocating—but it never really does.

I think about death more often than I’d like to admit. These thoughts are like unwelcome shadows, always lurking in the corners of my mind. I try to push them away, but they come back, again and again, reminding me of the battles I fight when no one is looking.

The pain I feel is more than I can describe, but I keep it hidden. I don’t have the courage to share it with anyone, because honestly, I don’t think anyone would truly listen or understand. I’ve learned that people want to hear what makes them comfortable, what fits into their world. My reality doesn’t fit, so I stay silent.

There’s so much more to me than what meets the eye. There are stories I carry within me, stories of struggle, of silent tears, of sleepless nights spent staring at the ceiling, wondering if I’ll ever feel okay again. But I keep those stories locked away because there’s no one to hear them, no one to help me carry the weight.

People don’t see the real me, but maybe it’s not their fault. Maybe it’s just easier for everyone—myself included—to keep up the façade. Maybe it’s less painful to pretend than to reveal the truth. But I hope that one day, someone might be willing to look a little deeper, to see beyond the mask, and to understand that sometimes, even the ones who seem strong are fighting battles that words could never capture.

Daily writing prompt
What’s something most people don’t know about you?

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9 responses to “The Unseen Battles”

  1. Hugs to you. If I may ask, have you sought professional help? How are you coping daily?

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    1. Thanks. Literally I don’t even know how I survive daily, but I just keep my mind busy doing different things

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      1. Is that helping though? Maybe you’ll need professional help. Don’t burden yourself. Would you like to talk about it

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      2. If you’re comfortable to share, I’d love to give a listening ear 🤗

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  2. In your words I see myself ….. depression is real

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  3. What if it turns out, maybe the world isn’t ready to see the real you, maybe the real you is scary. What if your depression is like a ball and chain, placed upon your psyche to hold you down, by whom and by what means is not obvious. What if “most people” don’t even know themselves, have their own inner battles which they are preoccupied with. Love!

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  4. I feel you. The silent stories, doubts, and inner tussle is real.

    Allow yourself to get heal. What we do for that? First we open us ourselves for the world as it is. The ifs and buts in the form of barriers need to broken or passed.
    I know my friend, you are already aware and practicing all this.

    Since you wrote this post time has moved forward, little.
    Despite your silence you express yourself effectively in your posts. I can just wonder how someone is practicing self care so honestly and passionately as you do.

    Trust me you are more calm, composed, and peaceful than most people I have seen in my life. You carry strength and your thinking structure is solid.

    You are real which most people find difficult to reflect and apply. I wish you give yourself an award and appreciate yourself. Why wait for external validation all time?

    Take care.
    Stay mindful and happy!🌻🌼

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    1. Thank you for such a gentle and thoughtful comment. It really means a lot to be seen like this.
      I’m still figuring things out, still learning to sit with everything I feel, slowly, quietly.
      Healing doesn’t come easy, but words like yours make it feel a little less lonely.
      I hope you’re being kind to yourself too. Let’s keep going, one moment at a time. 🌿

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      1. 💪🏽

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