on it, the universe pulls it away, laughingwith a viciousness that leaves me feeling empty and defeated.
You don't. You don't understand what life feels like when you have to convince yourself thateverything–every ounce of pain, agony, suffering, negative thought–is worth it just to getout of bedin the morning. To have to use anticipation and anticipation aloneto carry on.You don't understand how it feels to live with a weight on your chest and a voice in your head saying, "You are worthless. You will never be goodenough.Just give up."
It is IMPOSSIBLE to completely negate a part of yourself. Because depression is a part of me. It is just as real to me as the air that you breathe is to you. As God is to you.Depression is not a choice. It is a chemical imbalance in the brain. It is a forcedway of life.