I have a depression monster inside of me. It grabs my insides with a clawed fist and squeezes hard. It take my heart and tears it to pieces. It tells me I am ugly. It tells me I am bad, and it tells me I was born to die. It turns the switch and everything I feel, think, and see turns dark. It hits me and hurts me. I think it's trying to kill me...
Why isn't love and goodness enough to kill the monster? Or at least survive its attacks?