Depression is a bruise:
It can sometimes pop up out of nowhere,
Sometimes you know why it's there in the first place,
And sometimes you don't even know that it's there at all.
It can spread and get bigger and worse,
Or it can be small and remain that way for a while.
But in the end, it will eventually die away and be gone,
Or at least it will hurt less.
Depression is an ocean:
Dark and seemingly endless,
But you always do find the bottom,
And you always do find the beginning.
It can seem like a lifetime,
Being stuck in the middle of it and surrounded by the sharks of your problems.
But eventually they, too, will go away and find something else to focus on.
And you will eventually be saved,
Even though that ocean of depression is still there,
And will always remain there,
It can eventually become smaller and smaller and turn into a river or a lake.
Depression is an eventual scar:
Starting out as a deep wound and remaining that way for a long time,
Before it eventually becomes a scar that will forever remain in the same place forever.
But that just means that it has been healed and sealed shut.
It was taken care of and became a scar that will still be there, but will no longer be a problem.
You no longer have to be scared of it,
Worry about it,
Take care of it,
You will just look at it and say,
"I remember when you were fresh."
Depression is a hurricane:
You can't force it to stop,
And sometimes you can't explain why it started in the first place.
You just have to let it happen and you can't force it to stop,
Because that only make it worse.
You can try to evacuate, but it still happens,
It still affects you in one way or another,
And it still has after effects.
It feels long and endless,
But it will die down and become nothing,
As long as you don't force the sunshine to to push it away.
Depression is a rainstorm:
It's random flashes of lightning,
And unprepared sounds of thunder,
That frighten you.
And though others may have seen it coming,
You didn't,
And now you have to wait until the sunshine shows through the dark, gray sky once more.
It still happens,
Sometimes for days on end,
And sometimes on random days,
But you will always see the rainbow that shows afterwards.
Depression is a bruise,
But so much more,
And so much worse.
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Sanctuary
PuisiSanctuary Noun A place of refuge or safety. A place to call home. To feel safe, secure, like everything is fine. To find comfort in the little things, or even the big things. To feel safe with someone, something, or doing someth...
