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.

cgod:

I get bowled over a few times a year, it's just a waiting game, one week, two, three. I know the moment it's gone. There is no rhyme or reason to it.

I don't like reading stuff like this, not when things are bad, not when things are good. I don't want to sympathise when I'm not in that place, just thinking about it seems like tempting fate, opening the door. When it's with me I just want to not think, or can't think.

Gives me goosebumps just talking about it.

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