“i was once swallowed in a dark shroud
of fear, pain, and self-loathing
which i believed i couldn’t voice
because if i spoke of my loneliness
would it not prove my uselessness?
light could not break the shadows
unless i asked for help
and when i finally became so lost
i reached out in desperation
for even the smallest guidance
every tearful thought i had hidden
was exposed in all of its falsehood
depression is not the problem
it’s when we choose to conceal it



-My Relationship with Depression”