Dear Depression,
Dear thing that causes me to cry for no reason at night, in the middle of the day, when I am doing something that makes me happy. Dear thing that will always be in my past, why must you insist on being in my present, determined to be in my future. Dear depression, you are a long-time acquaintance. I regret ever succumbing to you, I regret harming myself to try and feel better, because now it is all I want. Dear thing that is determined to stand in my way of being happy. I will win. Maybe not today, but soon, I will.
Dear depression, why must you always linger in the shadows? Come out and fight me in the daylight, I dare you. But you won't will you? Dear thing that causes me to hate myself, wishing terrible things. I hate you. But you know this don't you? Well you do now. You are a terrible thing, ruining my life, leaving me no hope. But I will never give up. I will keep fighting.
