Dancing with Depression

Dancing with the devil is a common phrase, but who is he? To others he's a figment of their imagination, a childhood tale told as a tactic to discipline children. But to me? He was me. I was dancing a duet without a partner, fighting against myself for the lead. Fighting to live and ultimately dancing the line of death.

These are just a couple diary like entries that I write to help me get through the day :/

Trigger warning~ I think anyway.