There are a lot of shitty things that come with depression. Wearing masks is one of them, and it is close to the top of my Shitty List. I don't want to be social, I don't want to talk, I don't want to go out. I don't I don't I don't.
I don't want this anymore.
I do want to thank the patient and caring folks who won't let me hide.
Even though the only place I want to be is under all the blankets, with the cats, hiding from everything.
The best part of depression is that it abates. It goes out like the tide. It is up to me, however, to strengthen my levees and resolve to get through it, again and again and again.
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