I feel like my depression is almost personified as someone else living in me. And it’s been here for so long, like the animal that won’t leave your porch because you fed it that one time. And it’s like no, I’m sorry, I can’t keep you. But it doesn't care that you don’t want it, all it knows is that you have it’s life source and it wants to survive. So it sticks around and you realize it’s not going to leave so you’re like should I name it or will that just make me attached to it? And that’s how I feel about my depression.
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