...is for Depression (duh, no brainer this one)
Its long, bony fingers grab you when you're least expecting it. They hold you tight, won't let go, not for anything. You shake, struggle, try to break free until the strength to do so is gone. And once it's gone, It has won, It has got you and you will be Its for life.
It is dark, a darkness that you never knew existed, a darkness that chills you to the bone.
It is fear, a fear that fills your days and haunts your nights.
It is a new way of life, a life that is beyond your control.
There is no escape, no way out, no hope. You just have to accept It.
My heart and soul belong to It, now and forever, Amen.
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It's silly, and it's small, but there is a lady in Ohio who, with every word that you post, is very happy to see that you are still kicking. And wishes tremendously for you to have the opportunity, someday, somehow, to be okay. You aren't alone.
You have to reclaim your heart and soul from depression, they have been in its clutches for too long. Time to reclaim and redeem them for yourself and your loved ones. Please don't accept that things will be this bad forever. I know it must be very hard, but keep on working to change that. Wishing you strength and the certainty that you will defeat the black dog and be well.
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