How to explain what we feel?

Do you ever feel like you're standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of your lungs and still no one hears you? I do. It's so hard when no one can even guess or know what's going on unless you tell them. It's not like we've lost all our hair b/c of chemo or are deathly ill, or confined to a wheelchair or hospital bed. No, everything we deal with is internal, all in our mind. Our distorted way of thinking is hard for others to understand unless they have been through it. Everyone always thinks there should or needs to be a reason why we feel the depth of despair that we do. And then when they ask you to explain how you feel, you silently laugh. Do they really want to know? Should I really tell them? Well, they asked for it I guess, so here goes...

It's like sinking inside yourself, drowning with no one there to save you. And then you reach that comfortable state, where you are at peace with your plight. You accept the fact that you are different, that you live in a different mind-set. Life just seems irrelevant as it passes you by, like you're watching a live action movie of your life. Slowly the feelings of others become less and less important, how can you focus on anything other than the black hole eating away at you from the inside out. You become consumed by your despair and let it overrun your mind, wreaking havoc on the rest of your life. And when you get to that point the only light at the end of the long dark tunnel seems to be death, the ultimate release. But you shy away from that prospect b/c of everything you've been taught. You crawl back through the darkness, sluggishly making your way back to the reality you left behind. You finally see the people around you again. The one's you love and who love you. How could you have thought death would solve everything when you have so much to live for here? There are so many people who love you and only now you realize how much. Finally, you let the walls come crashing down, you reach out to the people around you, timidly at first, but then you find yourself clinging to them, afraid that if you let go you will be sucked back into the darkness. You have to admit that you need help and can't do it on your own, and that can be the hardest part of all. You have to accept their help and let them love you and care for you. B/c without them you realize that you wouldn't even be here, that you wouldn't even care. But now there is hope and you do care. Even if that hope comes in the form of a medicine bottle and endless counseling. Isn't it worth it if you can be happy again, to actually feel something other than the aching numbness that you've been carrying around forever? You finally make a stand for yourself and even though it is very hard some days you have to admit that it's better than the nightmarish hell you used to live through. And so you resolve to do your best from day to day, knowing that if you do so you might finally reach that light at the end of the tunnel, but in a different more blissful way. And that is enough for you, that is enough to continue, that is enough to keep you alive.

When you see the look on the other person's face that you have just explained this all too, you want to laugh and cry all at the same time. Their mouth hangs open and their eyes wide in disbelief that one person could truly feel such torment on a daily basis. But even though you have explained, they still don't really comprehend, no one can unless they've experienced it. They try, and bless their hearts for trying, and thank heaven they don't ever have to experience what we do. I wouldn't wish this silent hell on anyone, not even my worst enemy.