The Depression Confession
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lunawinxI'll be on the Beach
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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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This contained a great deal of insight into the operating conditions of depression. It took courage to write about this. You had to beat down depression to put the wreckage and ruin of depression out for the public to see. This was very well written. Your technique show us a brilliant mind within that cloak of depression. Keep writing. It may be the key you need to unlock that prison door in which you have been imprisoned by depression. Great work. Keep them coming.