Depression
To say my depression is a straight forward person would be a lie, she's more like my favorite hair tie always close by and either is wrapped too tightly cutting off circulation or is slowly sliding down the back of my head. I don't remember when I got her or if I were to lose her would she end up right back on my wrist where she belongs. Some days she's a scrunchie; comfortable, soft, unnoticeable. Other days she's a rubber band; pulling my hair, almost unbearable, screaming at me reminding me she's there. Most days the thought of shaving my head so I no longer have to deal with the hassle of my hair tie anymore. But at the end of the day I'd rather be Rapunzel with some issues than a bald corpse
