by ButterflyEffect

I remember being endlessly entertained by the adventures of my toys. Some days they died repeated, violent deaths, other days they traveled to space or discussed my swim lessons and how I absolutely should be allowed in the deep end of the pool, especially since I was such a talented doggy-paddler.

I've struggled with depression on and off for the past 5 years, and this is the best explanation of it that I've ever seen.