September 26, Day 42

photo-2The thing about depression is that you can have a really magical afternoon with a pug — his cute lil tongue might be out the whole God damn time — but the depression is still there, lurking. It’s always there lurking, or worse (…attacking, sabotaging, groping). Depression can execute all of the action verbs. Even frolic.

This is what I want people to understand.

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