To let you in and allow you to experience this moment with me, or to shut the door and swallow the key?
Depression is a black hole, but one your eyes have adjusted to. When light shines down into the hole it's disorienting.
You didn’t and still don’t always understand everything that goes on in my head, but you work with rigor and enthusiasm to learn about this illness.
There’s something I’ve always loved about having two older brothers. I don’t know if it was because I felt like I was cooler because of that fact, or that it was nice to feel as though I was being initiated into a fraternity throughout my entire childhood.
I want it to be clear that nothing that has happened in my life, that led to, or perpetuated my depression, was your fault. I am sick.