depression...

Is my reality. I grit my teeth most of the time due to the pain of it. It sits in the bottom of my stomach like a lead weight draining my energy and any willpower that I might have had. The rare and short times when I am not depressed I am so grateful not to be that I can only think of enjoyig that fleeting moment. And why not be depressed? There is so much to be sad about after all. Usually it is about Rie who left and never said goodbye. I miss her more than I can say.