Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.
Depression presents itself as a realism regarding the rottenness of the world in general and the rottenness of your life in particular. But the realism is merely a mask for depression's actual essence, which is an overwhelming estrangement from humanity. The more persuaded you are of your unique access to the rottenness, the more afraid you become of engaging with the world; and the less you engage with the world, the more perfidiously happy-faced the rest of humanity seems for continuing to engage with it. Don't forget to stay strong in the time of darkness.
Peace out konan XX
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Collection of short poems and story
Short StoryThis is to all those people out there who can't help them selves from depression.To all those people who understand what I am talking about. I am not doing this for attention.I am doing this to help people.Even if it just helps one person I will be...
