“What is depression?
Depression is an old friend who lingers.
Not a very demanding friend, but one that lets me know it’s always there for me.
Offering gifts of confusion, illusion, and pain.
The drug it releases makes me addicted
Leaving me conflicted
As it latches ever so softly to my psyche
Waiting until it’s unlikely that I’ll survive.
So I just try to enjoy the roller coaster ride
Soaking in this deadly high
Choosing to forget that depression is a concept of the mind.
What is depression but merely a moment in time.”
- the late bloomer