Depression
Depression isn't something I like to talk about.
It always makes me feel small.
Depression can control me, for that I must be weak.
Surely I am no weaker than you?
Are you not affected by the soul-crushing darkness I have found?
You must be heartless.
If you don't feel it then, are you blind? Deaf? Free? Dead?
then that is how we differ.
poem by Jereldene Calvert
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