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When Depression Hits...

Sometimes you have so many good days, you forget that the bad ones even exist.

When Depression Hits

But they're always present, behind the white airy clouds in the sky; hiding in the grooves of the old oak tree in your backyard. Waiting, waiting, waiting.

There's no logic behind depression. There's no reason as to why you're curled up on the kitchen floor crying into your dog's fur. No formula to explain why twenty minutes ago you were laughing at a meme on the internet, and now you don't feel anything except for crippling sadness.

When Depression Hits...

You cannot fix something if you don't know the root of the problem. You can hack and chop, get scraped and nicked by the smaller problems as they chip away; but the stump will remain unless you find the strength for a solution.

And strength is so very, very hard to come by when you're too tired to even open your eyes. When breathing exerts all of your energy. Because the sadness is a stump with stubborn roots, and that rusted shovel with the splintered handle in the shed won't do you any good.

So you wait for the hours, or the days where you feel just a fraction better than you do now. And you crawl to that stump, with seeds shoved in your pockets. And you plant those seeds around that stump with it's stubborn roots, it's age exposed by the swirls in the wood.

And you wait for the day the flowers bloom.

When Depression Hits...
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