Depression is a bitch
Depression is a bitch. Like a thief, it sneakily creeps up on you and smacks you like a giant brick wall to the face. I fucking hate it. I know that with everything I have going on in my life and everything I've been through over the years that I'm bound to have these days, and I do. Too many more times than I'd like or like to admit. I felt this one coming on though. Last night, I could feel it. Ive been trying to do things today to counteract it and find some sort of joy in something, like my painting but it hasnt helped. Its so easy to put on the brave fake face and pretend everything is great. And majority of the time, everyone can't see past it. But sometimes, you just want someone to see it, someone to hold you, while you break down. I know one person that would instantly see it, feel it and do just that. Someone that has been my constant friend, emotional support person, confidant and much more for 2 years. And it sucks because Im so far away now. There's so...