I saw this the other day and thought it really explains depression beautifully. I normally describe my depression as a blackness that descends. It’s like a fog; it’s there but I can’t quite grasp it. And it taints everything with shades of dullness.
MY JOURNEY THROUGH BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER, DEPRESSION, AND ANXIETY.
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