The sad thing about my depression is that I can feel it start to envelop me. I get anxious, I try to fight it, but ultimately, I am forced to give in. I can feel my personality shatter. And it makes everything a little bit worse.
It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left.