"I think I'm depressed."
"Why?"
"There is no why with depression, Dad. Just like when it rains. No one asks why. It just does."
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Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
