How do you do it? How do you creep up on me without me knowing?
I am sitting right at the edge of your nothingness, your dark abyss. I am here with that horrible aching numbness, that emptiness, and I am fighting with everything I have to not give in to you.
I refuse to let you bring me to my knees begging and pleading for mercy, again. You feed on my weaknesses, my insecurities, my heartbreak, my frustration, my exhaustion; I know I feed you well.
What is so much more than that, though, is the overwhelming and relentless amount of love I have in my heart. That is too much for you to swallow. It’s your kryptonite and I am full stocked!
You may wear me down, you may bring me to my knees, and you have dragged me into an unimaginable darkness but I am so much stronger than you think and I will get back up every.fucking.time.
Depression, my old friend, you have won many battles but I am going to win the war.
Your old friend,