Day Two. A letter to depression.
Dear depression, Good morning. Here you are again. You barely let me sleep last night, and today - good morning again. Since you are the first thing I see when I look at myself in the mirror, and since you refuse to leave my side, perhaps we can get to know each other. Become friends, if you will; just so that we can understand each other. Now that we are a little more comfortable, and I have you face to face, let's put a few things straight. About me and about this relationship. First of all, I don't like you. I seriously don't. But I respect you. I respect your dedication and how you don't give up easily. I also know it is not your fault you are here, and if it makes you feel better, I am not mad at you - I just don't like you. What your purpose is I seriously don't know - but let's figure that out together, should we? I can see how passionate you are about your work. It seems that at times your only mission is to bring me down. And since yo