didn't know what section/topic to put this under...

Depression...hmm...

They say, Misery loves company. What's that mean exactly?

Anyway, I was thinking about something the other day.

It's like my depression is comforting, like it's a good friend. It's been in my life for so many years. It's like, if there is a possibility of coming through it or getting over it, I'm shit scared of this possibility. It may seem weird, but it's like I'm going to miss it if it goes. It's been my life for so long. It has been so much of what I have known. I'm afraid of being anything different. It's so weird! I wonder, am I the only person who experiences this?

Grr, my mind keeps getting clouded and I keep losing my train of thought. I'm sure there was more I wanted to share... I'll just sit here and see if it comes back to me...

Nope, train of thought still gone. Oh well.