Ghost

Picking up where I had left off in A Conversation With Depression. Keep this in mind as you read: What I say has no quotations and what Depression says is in quotations

Everyone hurts and it sucks. Is it all for naught or is there a reason?

I think we might need to stop and really think about where happiness is found.

A glass castle is worse than a sand castle. At least you can see the sand castle before you destroy it.

This is, more or less, a conversation with my depression if that were possible. Keep this in mind as you read: What I say has no quotations and what Depression says is in quotations

This is about depression/suicide and the smallest of things that may help.

A poem about finding the person inside

Super Heroes are real. Want to disagree?

There are many things we don't know about each other. This is just my thoughts on how we don't see each others pains naturally.