i'm not depressed, i feel others' depression.
girl, i could feel every ounce of pain you're going thru. i felt your fatigue, i felt your disappointment, i felt your fear. i felt you being cheated, i felt your being forced into something you loathe, i felt you screaming and whimpering as you're dragged thru all this. He watches you, every step of the way, and hopes that you'd just cry out to Him for help. He tells me every week that He misses you, that He loves you and is just waiting for you to reply His message. you give me so much trust, you run to me whenever there's something wrong, and i'll always be waiting here with open arms. you always feel that i can do so much for you, that i always make you feel better or at least able to hold on. He's God, can you imagine what He can do.
Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.