That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as he sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end. I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare... The only thing that's keeping me awake are the loves of my life <3

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I am the same way, my bf is the only one keeping me alive. I never want to wake up, sometimes I beg God not to let me wake up. Sometimes you need a friend who is going through the same stuff.

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adding more details about the struggle rainsford experiences as he swims to the shore