𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔒𝔣 𝔇𝔢𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫

Introduction: The Life Of Depression

My life was never quite right. I can remember everything from the beginning of time, literally. I am Depression. I have been around since the dinosaur age and continue to live throughout your modern days. People always treated me like I was a bad thing. I am always myself and I try to make people better by being stronger.

I come to all creatures when they are feeling low. I hug them and give them a pat on the back but they never want it. My presence around them makes them do things I would never intend for them to do. I had no friends because they blame me for being a major cause of death. Nobody understands that I just want to make things better for them.

I made a new friend today, though.This person accepts me for who I am. Even though my presence makes them do things I wish they wouldn't do, they have accepted me in their every day life. Her name is Ella, she is one of the many human beings that takes my energy and turns it into something good. Ella tells me that my energy can be too overwhelming at times, so it's better if I stay away.

I care about all my friends so I granted her that. I came back to visit at the end of the day and as soon as I walked in, her smile quickly faded. I wanted to run away. She knew that I was the reason for her mood swings but she soon smiled again and greeted me. Over joyed to see her smile, I gave her a hug. She told me she needed a minute alone, so I gave her some time.

I waited for her to give me a sign. I waited - And waited - And waited. About 10 minutes had gone by when I started to doze off. I then heard a thud in the bathroom. This time, I could sense a presence, but it wasn't my own. It was death.