Depression Is a Person

Depression isn't a game it’s a matter of life or death. Depression doesn’t have an on or off switch. You don't get to decide when it comes and goes. Have you ever been in a room surrounded by people you love and at the same time feel the loneliest and unloved? That’s the moment I realized depression is a person.

Depression has parents there names are oppression and bitterness. They live off of disappointments, injustice, un-forgiveness, Generational curses, and toxic traits. Depression is there prize possession, smooth-talking, good looking, and always on the lookout for its next slave, its next soul.

Depression is a jealous bitch doesn’t want you to love anything or anyone, not even your soul. When depression gets hungry it feeds on alone time. I think that’s when it works at its best. Depression is stylish always clothing itself in guilt, pain, anger, defeat, disappointments, injustice, hatred, hopelessness, self-doubt, and fear.

Depression has a friend. His name is manipulation. They both like to play a game called mind control.

Depression has an enemy its name is freedom and they're always at war. I guess that explains the constant change in emotions. Freedom gives you hope. Depression gives you a death note. Freedom gives you a way out. Depression gives you stumbling blocks.

Depression has a lover its name is suicide, always getting everything it wants. You don’t want to make it mad, so when it says swallow the pills, or kill yourself and you don’t ….

Suicide and depression come with every accusation it possibly can. They're the perfect team can you tell?

"NO ONE WANTS YOU. YOUR FATHER DIDN’T EVEN WANT YOU. YOU WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING. YOU’RE A FAILURE, YOU HAVE NO PURPOSE, NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE YOU. GOD DOESN’T LOVE YOU, YOUR PATHETIC, WHY DON’T YOU JUST…… JUST KILL YOURSELF."

You don’t want depression to win. You can't give up. You can't let depression and suicide produce a child, because if it does its name will be death.

There it is, here it comes, always something with it wanting to be in control. YOU HAVE PLENTY OF SLAVES, JUST LET ME GO!! I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE!!!

Freedom, I don’t know what it is or what it looks like, but I crave it. I'm going to find it.

Oppression, bitterness, suicide, and depression, TIMES UP!!! You have no place here! I GIVE YOU YOUR EVICTION NOTICE!!!!!!!!