Depression taught me how to be alone. It doesn’t always feel good but you know inherently what it is after a while if you make it that far and it doesn’t always sit well with you but imagine folks who don’t know how to be alone or can’t accept loneliness as part of their lives or who need constant stimulation and attention to stave off what is just denial of their own humanity because as much as we’d all like to accentuate the positive and pick our spots I think we’re most human experiencing the gamut, the full spectrum of emotions since sometimes the black dog bites you in the ass and sometimes he licks your face because, you know, maybe he wasn’t feeling too hot either.


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