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Dear Depression,

I remember when we first met: I was a child, regularly crying in bed without my parents knowing, and already at that time, without even understanding the concept of death and its aftermaths, I wanted "to be gone forever". But to me, it was just temporary, so I suppressed.
We met again when I was a teenager, and everything was amplified. My body kept changing, I felt like I was in an emotional rollercoaster. "It's the adolescence", they said. "Yes, it's probably just that. It'll pass when I will grow older", I thought.
Spoiler alert: you never left.

I remember when I first acknowledged you: it was when I almost collapsed after 3 days straight of partying and binge drinking, spending my money in all sorts of things, while still working and studying. In my head, I was just embracing and enjoying life, but in my doctor's point I view, I was being unhappy, "Judging from all your answers to my questions, you seem to be depressed", he stated.
I remember being angry at him. Me? Depressed? I couldn't be. I was being successful, I couldn't be unhappy.
And yet, when I walked out of his office that day, I sobbed, and I felt you inside of me, after thinking that I finally got rid of you years ago. You were always there. You never left, just manifesting yourself in a different way.

I thought I was just being sad, but I guess I was wrong. You came to me, uninvited, and since then you never really let me go. Despite having some great moments in my life, despite being what some people say "accomplished", you are always here, all around me, all over me, daunting me, haunting me, waiting patiently for my next nervous breakdown, or maybe even waiting for that time when I would kill myself. Why? Because even though you would let me go every now and then, you would inevitably pull me back to you again, whispering to me "You're nothing, that's why you need me."

Sigh.

Dear Depression,

You don't remember the first time we met, do you?
Of course you don't, you've met so many other people since then, and I know that you plan on meeting more people, so how could you remember that?
Because at the end of the day, I'm just a drop in the ocean.

But I will keep fighting you, even if I have to do so for the rest of my life.
Fuck you.

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Dear Depression,

I remember when we first met: I was a child, regularly crying in bed without my parents knowing, and already at that time, without even understanding the concept of death and its aftermaths, I wanted "to be gone forever". But to me, it was just temporary, so I suppressed.
We met again when I was a teenager, and everything was amplified. My body kept changing, I felt like I was in an emotional rollercoaster. "It's the adolescence", they said. "Yes, it's probably just that. It'll pass when I will grow older", I thought.
Spoiler alert: you never left.

I remember when I first acknowledged you: it was when I almost collapsed after 3 days straight of partying and binge drinking, spending my money in all sorts of things, while still working and studying. In my head, I was just embracing and enjoying life, but in my doctor's point I view, I was being unhappy, "Judging from all your answers to my questions, you seem to be depressed", he stated.
I remember being angry at him. Me? Depressed? I couldn't be. I was being successful, I couldn't be unhappy.
And yet, when I walked out of his office that day, I sobbed, and I felt you inside of me, after thinking that I finally got rid of you years ago. You were always there. You never left, just manifesting yourself in a different way.

I thought I was just being sad, but I guess I was wrong. You came to me, uninvited, and since then you never really let me go. Despite having some great moments in my life, despite being what some people say "accomplished", you are always here, all around me, all over me, daunting me, haunting me, waiting patiently for my next nervous breakdown, or maybe even waiting for that time when I would kill myself. Why? Because even though you would let me go every now and then, you would inevitably pull me back to you again, whispering to me "You're nothing, that's why you need me."

Sigh.

Dear Depression,

You don't remember the first time we met, do you?
Of course you don't, you've met so many other people since then, and I know that you plan on meeting more people, so how could you remember that?
Because at the end of the day, I'm just a drop in the ocean.

But I will keep fighting you, even if I have to do so for the rest of my life.
Fuck you.