Because
that's the thing with depression. When I
feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It
becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under
it's heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I
want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It's
mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped
in it's arms, and not wake up for a long, long
time.
