Depression is a peculiar form of blindness. Its cruelty is in convincing you that finally you have sight.
It leaves you afraid to get up in the morning for fear of a day you can neither stop or survive..
It tells you the only important thing is how you feel. Finally you hope you dont feel.
It leaves you alone in a crowd. You know that no one knows. Theirs is a language of a different world. It is a room in which you live but never enter.
It is a lie… the ultimate seduction. It would have you forget what can be and forget what has been. It would keep you in the hole until you become convinced you are the hole.
You can leave. It doesnt want you to know. Perhaps in slow steps but in steps. Journey is an option. You have to decide to go even…
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