“Is this what they call depression? Cuz I don’t know.”

Don’t let strangers break your heart.

I had fun in the markets for a while but learned investing in myself and business was a better use of my funds.

Many people with mental health issues are struggling in silence and can use your support. Even a simple text can change someone’s day .

My view is that I love what I make so who cares what everyone else thinks. Make art for yourself first, and other people second.

Let’s give this one more try. My brain’s having contractions from those late-night interactions.

They see me smile on Instagram, they think that’s who I really am. But you weren’t there you didn’t see my pain. Your love was anything but vain.

You came into my life, with all your baggage, treatin’ me like collateral damage.

They moved me to the end of the therapy line, saying you’re put together, you’ll be just fine.

I give. And you take. So why are you always on my mind when I wake?

Some songs I write and it takes me like a year to release them.

Many people think they will get rich overnight with a side hustle but it takes time and consistency to see results.

Outsourced Feelings was created by O’Dell as a way to connect with others around the world through music and emotion.

This year has been a mess, but when a pandemic gives you lemons, stay home and make lots of creative lemonade.

I’ve been outraged by the state of the world this year and the disgusting violence that happens daily.

Is this what they call depression? Cuz I don’t know.

I swipe right to get you off of my mind, baby all these other boys aren’t my kind

Depression is the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced. It is that absence of being able to envisage that you will ever be cheerful again.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Poverty entails fear and stress and sometimes depression. It meets a thousand petty humiliations and hardships.

If you don’t set the tone for the day, negative thoughts will set them for you.

Why should some people have such a hard time during their few years on this earth?

I really do wish people could understand me some day.

If I am not good to myself, how can I expect anyone else to be good to me?

I never thought that it would hit this hard.