Hello darkness my old friend

Depression is always there but it’s not always evident. It lurks in the dark recesses of the mind,  a hidden predator that waits for that moment of weakness it knows will surely come. When it does, as its jaws engulf you, it secretes an anaesthetising poison that hypnotises you into believing it’s your friend.

So you welcome it; you feel grateful for the safety it brings; grateful for the cushioning cocoon of despair; grateful that it has chosen you for your worthlessness; grateful for the reassurance that the whole world would be better off if you ceased to exist.

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