A Wandering Soul

When I hit the point I had to completely pull out of society it was like dying but I was still alive to see how everyone carried on without me. Its was like dying but no one had a funeral for me, no one missed me, no one had nice words to say about me. They just found me unbearable and wanted to bury me and not think about it ever again.

— From my post about depression at http://awanderingsoul.com