Depressed? I think?

Depressed i think? 

My mind whispers to me as i open my eyes. 

Unable to move, my own voice telling me im useless.

 as the days go by? How many days has it been? How many days since i did something that proves worthy of that internal celebration ,the validation that i so desire, to do something that doesnt exhaust me.

Dare i explain my feelings to anyone in fear of ridiculous notions of being misunderstood, who is truly understood? Not i.