As some of you know, I have clinical depression. I treat it with medication and go to therapy, but there's no magic pill, just as there are no magic words that will ever completely banish my depression. I manage it, and some days are better than others. Today's not a great day.
Writing helps. This poem showed up and reminded me that I need people in my life, though my instinct is to withdraw and isolate.
I'm so sad, she said.
Me too, he replied. Let's be sad together.
No, that's a bad idea.
Why is that a bad idea?
to the darkness with no hope of it ever lifting.
but knowing they'd probably made the right decision.