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Depression isn’t being sad for a day. It’s not PMS and it’s not something that will go away in a week. It like being trapped in a blanket and wrestling with yourself, as you tangle yourself even more. You’re flustered because freeing yourself shouldn’t be this difficult. Freeing yourself from depression should just be that you decide to be happy and you are. But that’s not how it works. And the more you struggle to liberate yourself the worse you become tangled with in that blanket that was once a nice down duvet, but now it’s a wool quilt that itches. The thing that was supposed to comfort you now keeps you prisoner. Everyone around just thinks you’re sleeping. That you are fine. They don’t see your silent struggle. But sometimes, there’s a person to rip that blanket off and he lets the light wash over your skin. You push your hair back, and smile, because after all the struggling, you’re finally free. This is the story of the boy who freed me from my blanket prison.