Depression is a funny thing, isn’t it?
If, like me, you have had any sort of run in with this illness then you will know my above statement is that of pure sarcasm. Depression is a thief. It comes when you are least expecting it, sometimes in the most unlikely of ways, and it has the power to rob you of any piece of joy you may have. It comes quickly and overstays its welcome. It is the houseguest that won’t sit still and talks far too much.
Let’s be honest with ourselves; the majority of people within our lives don’t know how to handle us. Do not mistake me, I believe they want to know (so long as they are loving, genuine people) but the most common arrangement I hear from our comforters is that they are far too often at a loss. They simply don’t know how to…
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