Hi. I’m back. Did you think you would get rid of me so easily? Think again.
I’ll keep hiding behind your smile, lurking beneath your laughter, smirking as you think I’m gone.
I’ll crawl into the innermost secrets in your mind, and release it all again and again for you to drown in.
You are mine, and I will not let go of you.
I will ruin your will to live. I will make you disinterested with everything you used to love. I will drag you down to the depths of darkness where no one will find you.
I will destroy you.
And people won’t know what hit you. ‘Cause I’ll always be unseen.
What if depression was a person? Would we know how to avoid him? Would we know how to recognize him? Or her?
Would we listen to depression’s lies that we’re not good enough? Would we let it punch us in the face repeatedly with past hurts? Would we let it win?
We shouldn’t, and you won’t.
You’re here today because you’re stronger than what you think.
You are more capable than what you have been led to believe.
Depression speaks, but you will not listen. Not this time. Not anymore.
You will overcome.