My depression is an incredible shapeshifter
it can be a speck of dust in a skyscraper
But in most days it is the skyscraper
My depression is not a faze
I can’t control it
it is like an unwanted guest at a party
my depression cannot be fixed with medication
it cannot be cured with things that are found in a hospital or a first aid kit
I cannot just stop being depressed
My depression is an asshole
it comes and goes when it pleases and takes what it wants
Not caring about my wellbeing
My depression is what keeps me in bed during the day
it reminds me that I have to get out of bed
but at what cost to me?
my depression doesn’t define me
it is not who I am
depression or not
sick or not
i am me
depression doesn’t define who we are
we are still ourselves
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Author:
Crow (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
This is the kind of thing I’d like to italicize and bold and put it on blast. Nice writing though especially the first paragraph
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