Nameless

For a big part of my life, depression was this big, nameless entity that I didn't know how to talk about or come to terms with. When I finally understood what it was, learned how to cope with it, and moved on, I never considered that one day it might be back. And here it is. Years later, after I've gotten married, moved hundreds of miles away from home, and finally decided to finish my degree. None of the poems here are named. None of them are particularly coherent. What they are is a transcription of life seen through the lens of depression. Depression makes everything real and not real, hurt and not hurt. Everything you feel is real, but only real because of the depression. Perception is changed and everything is the same but different all at once. These are raw poems that I feel express what depression is for me.