Sorry I will be posting soon! This post describes the struggle perfectly.
It’s been a while, my friend. You often leave me for small periods of time where I feel more like myself, and less like the person who has no control. You walk out just as quickly as you walk back into my life.
When you are here, I lose control. Even if its temporary.
We are old friends, who often find ourselves in the darkest of places, in the worst possible ways in the depths of my mind. I never had a relationship quite like the one that you and I have had—depression my familiar companion.
Three days ago you told me, “It’s going to a long few days my friend.”
I didn’t believe you, and you laughed in my face. You told me we will be in a familiar place and that I would not be able to shake you.
I didn’t believe you.
That first day I could…
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