I call you my depression, as if you belong to me and I own you. But that implies a degree of control over you that I do not possess. Plus, if you were really mine I’d give you away, abandon you somewhere alone and afraid where no-one could find you. Instead, it’s the other way around. I am yours. You own me and control me. … Continue reading A Letter to my Depression
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