I can approach anyone. I smile. I joke. I am hugs and kisses and screw you if it bothers you. I don’t wonder what you are thinking. I don’t care. I am proud of my body. I can sing. I can dance. I love everyone. All around me is beauty and friendship. Do they really call this a depressant? I feel anything but depressed. What’s depressing is when it all goes away. It’s just me again. I’m afraid, angry, and alone.
- Depression series – Empaths and Anger or My depression is making me very angry. (xeraphax.wordpress.com)
- Despair and Depression (bitchinvirginia.wordpress.com)
- I am depressed and I am ashamed (expertscolumn.com)