The Dissent of Depression
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Happiness to me is a legend; far told tales of old times and distant feelings, nothing like the reality I live. For reality has always been a place of tears, heartbreak, and lies rather than their opposites. And to be honest, that's all I've really known. Hope was never coming to save me. But that's exactly what made me search for something greater than hope, something that truly fulfilled the void of my heart. There are so many things to live for: the beauty of the sunrise, the smile of a stranger, the beauty of the rain... These things, the things that fight depression and make life worth living, are what I aim to convey. So this isn't going to be another book about how sad I'm feeling, and it's not going to be an addition to the abhorrently empty "stay strong" scripts that all the optimists regurgitate. These are my thoughts on the things that are greater than depression, my thoughts on the beauty of the world that is worth living for. Please read on if you don't believe that these things exist, or if you do and want to celebrate them with me.
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