I rant, cry, laugh and fear depression.
"Why crush?" you ask. Simply because I feel crushed.
Isolation. Drowning. Heavy weight.
weighed
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I needed a place to work it out and see it. Perhaps in a few years I'll look back at this and pat myself on the back for victory over depression.
Before I begin I want to make some things clear:
1. I am currently unmedicated and have no desire to be.
2. Depression is one of two "coming out of the closet" things in my life.
3. This is no cry for help. I have one reason to live. (Hopefully I'll collect more!)
4. I hope to dismantle the shroud of shame and isolation surrounding the big D word. (See #2)
5. Misery loves or needs company, correct? If you can relate... know you're not alone and feel free to comment or reach out.
I may add more to this as I go along.
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RandomA shrine to depression /krəSH/ verb 1. deform, pulverize, or force inwards by compressing forcefully. (Cover photo not mine, credit to the photographer. I just added the word)