Depression takes a lot from you; your time, your memories, your
opportunities.

It takes things you didn't realize you had to lose
It takes your health, your drive, your mind
It takes your silence

Once the defending noise starts it never ends
Once one thought is formed the rest come like raindrops in a storm
Once you hear the words it tells you never forget them
Once the silence is gone it seems like the noise will never stop

The moment I knew I was getting better when I listen to music and

Every note, instrument, and vocal that played I heard  
uninterrupted
Every sound felt like a concert in the back of my head
Every thought I had was my own
Every single thought that was formed was given permission to
exist

I am grateful for a lot, my family, my friends
I am grateful for the time, memories, and opportunities I get to
have again

But most of all

I am grateful for the silence in my head that let me own my own
mind again