I live in my body but my mind belongs to depression. I am not me any more. I am depression. I fight depression every day - for years, but why? Depression owns me, it controls me, it haunts me, it just will not leave me alone. Everything I learn, all the medications I have taken, all the therapy I have been through is all to fight depression. So why does it seem that depression always has the upper hand? Why can't depression just give me one full day so I can be me - who ever that is?

Sorry for being negative I just want depression to stop. Hugs for your day.