But what if I’m not?

“How are you doing?” Answering this question honestly never fails to scare me.

“Are you depressed right now?” it’s not as if it comes and goes, like a cold…

“How can I help you?” is a question that I don’t know how to answer.

“Is there anything I can do?” I’m not sure if there is even anything that I can do…

“You should be happy, you have so many things to be happy about!” yes, I realize this, and it kills me that I still am no—

“It’s all in your head.” That doesn’t make it any less difficult. Any less real. Any less consuming or painful, I feel like I’m drowni—

“You’re gonna be fine.” But what if I’m not?

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