For depression, there's this big, vast ocean of severity, some are clearly drowning and some are on life rafts, and I'm very Virginia Woolf about it, just put these little stones, worn smooth by the water in my pockets, one by one as I walk along the side on the beach, dipping my toes in the waves, biding my time. I've got all the time in the world.
When you're depressed, you're often overwhelmed by the abundance of time. What to do with it all? So many years of pain stacked up against me, pressing up against me.
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