I need to write and describe just how dangerous depression is
it has many colors and shapes that often blinds
everyones belief that they understand what it is.

you see, depressions isn’t always a monster. depression can be a place of comfort
and solitude, which makes it seem as though we are safe. Even further, this place can
easily become our safe place where we often run towards when conflict occurs.

wake up wishing you wouldn’t.
listening to sad songs all day to somehow ease your skyrocketing emotions.
hardly noticing that you’re hungry, and you don’t care what goes in you just as long as the feeling of hunger disappears.
attempting to do something productive in order to justify how occupied your head is in how low you are feeling.
hoping nobody notices, but it’s crystal clear to observers.
then, you realize that after work, or wherever you are, that the place you are returning to is your home

but you don’t want to go home

you understand very well that once you get home you have completed this cycle of depression once more.

here we go,

A few beers down with music until my thoughts shut up and I drift off into sleep.