Your caresses, your smile, I miss it all. The sweet words you use to whisper in my ear. The gifts you'd give me on Valentine's day. It's all I remember about you. I once heard that when it comes to a breakup you have to try to remember the good times. Keep the good memories in your mind. And that is what I am trying to do but it isn't helping me. Every time I see your face in my dreams I can't help but cry.
Some people view their depression as a rain cloud that is above their head. Others think of it as an animal like, for example, as a black dog. However, I view my depression as a person. Not just any person but a person who looks and sounds just like me. It's as if I have a twin sister. A twin sister named depression. We look alike but we are nothing alike.