I am living and surviving with depression. It is an ongoing battle, and it comes in waves. Some days I feel like I’m drowning in it, others I’m happy as a clam, living in the same waters that threaten to overcome me. Above all, however, I’m surviving, and that’s the important part. I write about my depression because it helps, and because I want other people to know that they’re not alone.

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