I've felt so oddly free recently that it scares me. I'm still depressed, yet aware of this freedom.. It's so hard to explain. Still being trapped at the bottom of the hole, yet suddenly being aware of a stair case leading the way out.. and it's just sitting there.. mocking me.. because it knows I'm not going to get up and climb it, I don't have the energy. It also knows that no one is going to climb down and get me. No one can just stroll down those steps, grab my hand and then drag me out.. it's against the rules.. to get down there you have to fall.

What a game depression likes to play..