IN THE SNOW
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Why didn't she tell us she was depressed? "She did. She told you when she started hiding in her room. She told you when 'the cat' suddenly started scratching her more than usual. She told you when she said she wasn't hungry and began pinning the clothes you just bought her. She told you when she stopped doing her homework and cried when you called her lazy. She told you when she locked her bedroom door at night. She told you when you noticed alcohol was missing and she started waking up with headaches. She told you when she spent an hour in the shower and came out with puffy eyes. The thing about depression is that it's quiet. It isn't loud, and the reason you didn't hear it was because you weren't listening." ―S.M.
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