She said I might be depressed and I guess for a minute or two I did feel depressed. You would think that the water would deplete after going down the thing but you would be surprised that there is more where it came from. So after going through the motions and what has involved beating myself up for everything that has seemingly gone wrong in my life - and I say seemingly because much of it is assumed- you'll just have to get to know me to understand this.
One thing is for sure, depression is the pits. Its one of those situations that makes you question everything and nothing and places you on a judgement seat. The idea is that you are supposed to be perfect but then again, who is? So depression questions one's existence, judging and critiquing every bad decision, needless to say it focuses only on setbacks and tides. After almost three weeks of being in the dumps, I picked up my tender self and walked out of my shell with strength and a smile. I found this secluded cafe on K and 17th in the District and here I am reveling in humanity's resilience to continue living despite the pits and mountains.
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