The other day, my grandma asked if I was still having trouble,
And I don’t think she realizes that depression isn’t just something I can turn off and on.
It can’t ever be cured completely.
So in response to her question, I knew my answer:
I’d never be completely untroubled. My war against depression would always rage on.
But instead of being on the losing side, I was finally ahead in the battle.
Some days are harder than others, but the fight will never end.