Dear Depression,
At first, you were just a little poke. In the back of my brain, you picked at insecurities, highlighted flaws, and enforced imperfections. At first, you were just a few thoughts, floating around here or there. At first, I was normal. After all, isn't this just what all kids go through?
Dear Depression,
Please stop trying to point out things that aren't there. I don't like it when you tell me that I'm not enough or that I'm never going to be happy. I don't believe you, but you're starting to scare me.
Dear Depression,
Okay, maybe you're right. Maybe I won't go to college and get a good job. Maybe I won't make my parents proud. Maybe my friends are better off without me.
Dear Depression,
I believe you now.
Dear Depression,
You are destroying me. You are eating away at my life. You've swallowed all my happiness, digesting it down in the depths of your gullet, along with my peace of mind. You're clenching my most joyous memories in your greedy talons, refusing to give them back.
Dear Depression,
You've slashed the ties I once had with the people that mattered most - my family and friends, you've taken them from me. You now have what you wanted. I am alone and huddled in the corner, your figure ever looming to block out any source of light.
Dear Depression,
I know what you're doing. You want me all to yourself - your selfish teeth gnaw away at my bones, aching my muscles and chilling my blood. I'm trying to fight, but I can't decide what I should do anymore. You control my thoughts too.
Dear Depression,
I have nothing left. What else can you take from me? I am cut off. Desolate. Abandoned. You're the only thing in my life now. You have stolen everything.
Dear Depression,
I hope you're happy. The cold tile echoes the emptiness of the room, reflecting it back into my soul. My tears are scathing at the tips of my eyelashes and fall to the bathroom floor in silence, congealing. They seem to congratulate you - you're winning the fight you've contended for. I trust you now. You are no longer a part of my identity - I have become you.
Dear Depression,
I am not the first person to have struggled through this, and I won't be the last.