Someone very close to me recently wrote: "Depression is such an overused word. It is a rancor, it is the scab you keep picking off, it is the trapdoor, the noose you walk into, it is the demon, it is your brain fried, it is your blood on fire, it is the never ending rabbit hole. It is full of the deepest darkness that is about to explode and shred my body to pieces. It shrivels me up like a dry spoiled piece of fruit".
It rips my heart out to know this person is in so much pain, and there's nothing I can say to help her feel better. I wish I could bear some of this burden for her.
It rips my heart out to know this person is in so much pain, and there's nothing I can say to help her feel better. I wish I could bear some of this burden for her.
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