What to do when depression stretches its ugly hand your way.
You try to turn and look away, but somehow it keeps on creeping right behind you.
Do you give in and wallow in your own muck, or do you spit in its face and trample all over it?
You try to turn and look away, but somehow it keeps on creeping right behind you.
Do you give in and wallow in your own muck, or do you spit in its face and trample all over it?
At least so I recall.
Then again, maybe I have never had a REAL depression... in which case - lucky me =)