Depression takes
on many forms:
the elephant on the chest making it impossible to breathe
the oppressive fog making it impossible to think
the suffocating darkness making it impossible to see
and sometimes, depression is being the last Tic Tac in the box. Rattling around with no purpose and no meaning. Waiting to
be needed
be useful
be wanted.
Ma'am. Mine isn't the same. Mine is still a thing. I appreciate you sharing yours even if it is not the same as mine.