There are some days when the depression is all encompassing. It’s like carrying a huge wet blanket, unwieldy & heavy. I don’t want to do anything but sleep until I don’t have to wake up again. I can’t read, I can’t play video games, I can barely think. It’ll go away in a couple days, but right now I just wish it would end.
Because even if goes away, it will come back. It always comes back. I am so tired of it coming back.