Depression does sometimes turn into a friend. I occasionally miss the dampness, the bleakness, the sense of security and melancholia. It drapes over you like a blanket.

What helps me is looking at how far i've come. Recovering from this illness is so hard and to not be depressed is a precious thing.

I also look back on the horrible parts of depression that no one talks about, like greasy hair and mess everywhere and not being able to sleep and never washing my face and horrible breath. It may sound funny but those things are actually the hallmarks of depression, and i really don't miss them.