I am doing pretty well to tell you the truth.
BUT, I have lost my main passion : creativity.
I do not know why, now that I am indeed better, my depression steels my creativity.
It is a mystery
Before I continue,
I should tell,
that I 4½ years ago,
went down with a depression and social phobia.
And since then,
I have suffered from Dysthymia and social phobia.
Until I 1 year ago decided to get hospitalized and get help.
Which is why I am now better.
Ode to my Depression
I am claming that I am better than I have been for years.
And that is the truth.
The depression is but almost gone.
My faithful companion has gone and left me!
With no lingering goodbyes or anything.
It just upped and left.
And I feel rather lost without it to tell you the truth.
It may sound weird, but so it is.
I am left with nothing.
I am grasping at thin air,
trying to grope my way through life,
without my faithful companion.
One could claim that a depression is no fit companion,
but is all I ever had.
And I had grown rather fond of it.
I knew it ever so well, and it knew me.
What am I without my depression?!