I hate the fact that depression never really leaves. Like now; The depths of woe I once used to feel are gone, but it’s as if a part of me still holds a place inside for that sadness and emptiness.
I am happy now. I am not suicidal or desperately lonely anymore. But, why is it that at times like these that same feeling finds a way to make me feel so dull and incomplete.
I just have to remember; I can do this.