Place yourself in a situation where hope seems forlorn, where no reasonable outcome seems discernable or even desired. Where the weight of the world is enveloping you in a hazy morass of misplaced despair where you question your place on the planet and the point of your existence.
Depression. What a bitch. This may sound like a cliché, but there is always light. The end of the tunnel is coming and you will reach it.
Take it one day at a time and leave the old cow floundering. You really are worth it. And so am I. We all are.
Depression. What a bitch. This may sound like a cliché, but there is always light. The end of the tunnel is coming and you will reach it.
Take it one day at a time and leave the old cow floundering. You really are worth it. And so am I. We all are.
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