Meet My Old Friend, Depression

Meet Depression. She's ancient, and everyone knows her. She's haunted us all at one point or another. Me and Depression? We're close. We've been tight for three years. Depression has been an interesting friend. She's introduced me to new experiences. She's taught me new hobbies, like cutting. She's introduced me to her friends Pain, Anxiety, and Hopelessness. But because of Depression, I've bonded with a lot of people.

I've made real friends because we had the mutual friendship of Depression. I've been able to help others through their friendships with Depression because of my own. I know her well. Depression changed my life. She gave me a direction. Because of Depression, I want to be a child (teen) psychologist, to help others through their affairs with Depression.

If it weren't for Depression, I'd be an entirely different person. I'd be weaker, having not been pushed to the limits of my strength time and time again. I'd probably still want to go to law school. I'd been a lot more selective about my friends. I'd be a lot more shallow. I wouldn't be able to relate to people that have been through all kinds of pain, if I had never met Depression. But lately, I've felt that Depression has only been dragging me down. I've been distancing myself from her, and I'm starting to feel better. I hope you all eventually have the strength to push Depression away. She'll eat at you if you let her.