I think I used to embrace depression. I don't want to glorify it, but it kept me company and was somewhat comforting in lonely nights. That was at a time when I felt nothing but emptiness. Things have changed, I'm not empty anymore. I feel sick and miserable, and it has ruined me. My life sucks, I'm ashamed of it and I hate being myself. I've realized this and the day I die I don't want to look back at a life full of regret. But I also can't escape, which is driving me crazy.

Sure, embracing it won't make you feel as awful, but it makes you blind.