Brutal Reality: Overcoming Depression


When I was young, I carried my depression like a separate entity, a burden I was unwilling to bear but seemed cursed to carry regardless. When people say ‘depression’, this is all that I heard: the finality of nailing the coffin lid shut; the murkiness of dark water that hides the things that it drowns; and the terrible sound that best intentions make when misunderstanding makes them a blade.

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