I am generally a calm, happy person. People who know me well will vouch for the fact that I am a little crazy - but never morose.
Every once in a while something sets me off into very dark parts of my life, stuff that I have hidden away from the happy me. (I tap into it selectively from time to time just to keep the self in control.) When an external reason sends me to those places though gates are wide open. Depression takes control of my body and mind. These are memories I am ashamed of - deeply ashamed. It paralyzes me and then I am left to pick up the pieces. This happened to me yesterday. Today I’m back to normal loathing the person I became yesterday.
Every once in a while something sets me off into very dark parts of my life, stuff that I have hidden away from the happy me. (I tap into it selectively from time to time just to keep the self in control.) When an external reason sends me to those places though gates are wide open. Depression takes control of my body and mind. These are memories I am ashamed of - deeply ashamed. It paralyzes me and then I am left to pick up the pieces. This happened to me yesterday. Today I’m back to normal loathing the person I became yesterday.
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