this poem was written 5 years ago, yet it describes perfectly how i felt as i awoke yesterday morning. manic-depression is not as fun as it sounds. i have trained myself to interpret my manic states as "happiness", but depression is still a monster that haunts me. to this day, this is the best that i can describe what that sudden transition feels like.
edit: nice to wake up this morning and see this on Wooster Collective.
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Thank you for this, for your expression. I'm a depressive person myself, and the hardest part about that is being able to express it. It brought tears to my eyes to read your words on the poem and on depression finding you again. They let me know my cause in expressing my own depression is right, even when depression feels so horrible.
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