If I could tell my depression anything, I would tell it........

N O

M O V E O N

M A K E F R I E N D S

Dont hold on to things you cant change

I would tell it to please leave me alone

Don

Meet my fist depression. There's the door. Leave my life. It's mine and mine to live

You're making me live in the past and fear connections with people and I never feel good enough anymore

I'd ask: why did you come back?

I would tell my depression that I

I would unload a barrage of rather uncivil words that would include a discordant excess of expletives and would not be appropriate to share here, even a small dose of what I would have to say would be censored, starting with my opening and closing of

I would tell my depression that it won't define me. Even though I'm having a funky of couple of days I'm not going to let it define me nor have me give up.