My depression was like getting stuck in traffic. I was there against my will. I was running out of fresh air. Everything was blurry. My thoughts and feelings were crossing and running around, and I didn’t even know if they were mine or someone else’s.
Debora Miranda, “We Need to Talk About Depression (So Why Not Start With Mine)” (via twloha)
I understand. I’ve been depressed at some point in each day since Vietnam

















