Hello depression. It’s been a while since you’ve reared your ugly head. I know you’re there, I can feel your presence.
I can feel the way you push my buttons, the way you force sadness unto me. You don’t like it when I see what you’re doing, but you enjoy that I can’t stop you anyway.
Hello depression, there’s something I’d like to tell you.
I’m not afraid of you.
I’m not afraid of feeling sadness. I’m not afraid of the despair you leave at my doorstep. I know this helplessness isn’t mine. I’m afraid I’ll have to return to sender this time.
Hello depression. I wanted you to know that I won’t stop fighting you. You made me think that I was alone, but I know better now.
I know who you are, and I won’t let you torment people in silence. I’m not ashamed of you. I don’t whisper your name out of embarrassment.
I might be a little bent, but you haven’t broken me. I will beat you.
Hey, depression, I’m ready to say goodbye to you.