My depression appeared to me as a black hole, a formless void in my chest that reached from edge to edge. As therapy progressed, it got smaller and developed a definite texture: it was like a lump of coal. And today it's not there at all. 
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Mr Ambassador, alias Ancient Plax, alias Captain Therapy, alias Big Poppa, alias Secret Spy, etc.
Add that to your tattoo, Baby!
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