Depression Writes a Book

I was so good at telling myself stories, that I lost myself among dreams. Walking with shadows, I did something brave. Within that bravery, I found something to live for.

My book.

Life began to creep back into my tired body as I immersed myself into a world that seemly wrote itself. It was the easiest thing I have ever done… and for once, I kept my own promise.

I finished a novel.
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Published on March 01, 2024 08:21
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