I fight but it is always sitting in the shadows. Depression will kill me eventually. Medication, therapy, it doesn’t last. I’m exhausted. My husband doesn’t grasp it. My son I try to keep it from him. I hate it. And at times I hate me.
I fight but it is always sitting in the shadows. Depression will kill me eventually. Medication, therapy, it doesn’t last. I’m exhausted. My husband doesn’t grasp it. My son I try to keep it from him. I hate it. And at times I hate me.