Depression. It’s my reality. I live it every day. I fight it constantly. But I will never be defined by it.
Before you read on. I want you to know this is an honest look into the contents of my head in the moment of struggle. In the midst of “battle”. But I’m fine. Today. I have the tools. I know how to work through this monumental pile of mud and mire and sludge that sometimes that seeps through my brain. I take my medication. I’m fine. (mom, i’m fine.)