Because that's the thing about
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.
