Depression is a trickster. A Casanova, then an abusive lover.
It's seductive. A slickster.
Depression lets you pick out and design your own hell. If you're tired, just sleep for 1, 2, 3, 4 days. Don't move if you don't feel like it. Shower only if you want. Eat nothing, or everything.
Depression is a beautiful liar.
Once you realize its tricks, you've got to fight back. Move at all costs, even if it's to the bathroom and back. It will sing you a lullaby. Don't listen. Hum, scream, play music, talk to yourself.
Depression wants to be your best and only friend.
But it doesn't love you.
Moving an inch is a victory, and don't expect it to let up. It will find new and astounding ways to convince you to embrace it forever.
Don't believe it's lies.
It is the sweet talk of the devil, the bottomless pit.
January, 2010.
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