Invisible Injuries

Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern – just the slow erosion of self as insidious as cancer. and like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience; a room in hell with only your name on the door.

Because sometimes, when your name is on the door, it’s partly comforting that there are other names on other doors.

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