dear depression,

i’ve avoided you for years. taking my depression phases as only bad days. but that’s not what you were? was it? you came slowly. so i was able to avoid it. you came during my bad times, so i only made you bad days. but now, you come during my good days. you make me cry when i’m happy, and it’s not a happy cry. you make me sleep constantly when i need to be productive. you make my bad days worse.

you weren’t just a thought in the back of my mind. you were more than that. i finally pieced everything together. you make me have horrible mood swings when i just wanna be enjoying life. you make good days bad and bad days worse. but i’m working through this. i’m striving to become better. so, depression. i’m working through you. you’ve become more comfortable than i intended.