If I had to anonymously write about being hogged by depression, my pens would run out of ink before I could finish.
While reading it, you might even conclude that the author finally succumbed to the morbid thoughts and machinations lurking around his overwrought mental. When in reality...
10 toes is what I still stand on.
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 5:10 AM UTC
If I had to anonymously write about being hogged by depression, my pens would run out of ink before I could finish.
While reading it, you might even conclude that the author finally succumbed to the morbid thoughts and machinations lurking around his overwrought mental. When in reality...
10 toes is what I still stand on.
I don't think anybody truly "survives" or gets "cured" from depression. Or at least not with me. You just learn how to stop it from feeding off of you. You starve it. Even though it still lurks in the dark corner, it is powerless when its host is enLIGHTened.
