The Depression Confession
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The Depression Confession

by lunawinx

Dear Depression

The first you visited I was 6. I don’t remember sleeping, I remember laying in bed and sitting at my desk in school crying, no not crying, sobbing. The second time you visited I was 8.

After that you became my friend

I wrapped your darkness around me like a second skin, I felt you talking and smiling, even laughing while using my shape. I let you take the helm.

It was never visiting after that

I had become your home. There were times you went on vacation and I breathed fresh air for the first time in months and times I fought against you the only way I could

It was easy

letting you engulf me; the pain became a second friend, as constant as my very heart beat, my every breath a laborious act to fill the empty inside.

I ache, you are very heavy, my body wearies

from wearing you and so I leave it behind sometimes. I run into never ending worlds, across mountains and through oceans, fighting other’s monsters and dragons so I don’t have to fight my own.

who am I without you?

You’ve been my skin for so long I don’t know how to live without you, you are growing and I’m getting weaker and weaker. Less able to walk around under your weight

I love and Hate you

You in your ever-present battle to both keep and lose me. this is my depression confession.

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