“Hello Darkness, My Old Friend”

Depression is insidious. At least when I’m having an anxiety attack, I have decent odds of bringing myself back to reality. I do some deep breathing, go for a walk, reach out to someone, make a joke, or even just accept the anxiety is there and just keep on doing what I’m doing. Something. Anything.

When the depression hits, I feel completely defeated. I “simply” have to wait it out and remind myself my…