Verumondo,
Depression is like an evil spirit. Persistent, haunting, undying.
Let it live within me, let it be my deciding factor, let it he my reasoning.
Let this depression run its course, carrying me now.
Just as love with its beauty would guide me.
I will not ask there is this dark side of life, simply by its presence
I know, for me it is necessary. Therefore I will not degrade or demean
this feeling by pretending it does not exist or is fatally harming.
Rather I shall submit to its will, and carry it with me.
Depression will be with me now.
But I will survive and see the sun rise and set again.

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