I’m Not Lazy, I’m Depressed

People think I’m lazy. That I just don’t care. But they don’t see me lying in bed at 2PM, staring at the ceiling and wishing I could move. Wishing I could want to move.

I used to have dreams. Now I just have deadlines I miss, friends I push away, and guilt that eats me alive. Depression isn’t just sadness it’s emptiness. It’s watching life pass and not having the strength to grab it. I feel like I’m failing at being a person.

My parents think I’m being dramatic. My teachers think I’m slacking. But if they felt what I feel, even for a day, they wouldn’t call it laziness. They’d call it what it is: a daily battle.

I’m not writing this for attention. I’m writing it because I need to feel seen. Even if I’m invisible in real life… maybe here, in this space, someone will understand.