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I've come to realize depression is symbiotic. The more I feed off of it, the more it feeds off of me. Eventually I reach a dark point where I realize depression isn't a disease, a state of mind, or a choice. It's a home. Because it's the only place I've ever lived in.
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![]() Anonymous33230, Touch of gray, Travelinglady
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Dear one, I hope one day you can break free from it and have a relationship with a healthy mind/mood state.
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Depression as a home...? I can see that. I have not always been depressed, but my depression metastasized to take over every aspect of my life.
I add my hopes for you to those of Payne1... ![]()
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![]() ![]() It really hit me when you said that depression is somewhere you've lived all your life. I realised a few years ago that, while depression is awful and tears you up inside, it is also safe and familiar. After 6 years of being clinically depressed, I can't even remember what 'normality' feels like, and that scares me. Maybe that's what keeps me stuck? Depression whispering it's familiar diatribes, keeping me from venturing too far away... ![]() *Willow* |
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Wish I could stop crying tonight
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![]() Anonymous200280, Rohag
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