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depression most of my life.” He sighs, his eyes unfocused as if looking at something that only exists in his mind. “It’s wanting the next new thing, bigger, better, faster. It’s never leaving your bed. It’s crying, it’s yelling, it’s deafening silence. It’s refusing to look at yourself because it’s easier to blame those around you. It’s not eating. It’s pigging out. It’s drinking, it’s recklessness, and it’s apathy. Depression doesn’t have just one face; it wears many masks…it hits you like a freight train and sneaks up on you like the setting sun. There is no conclusive list of symptoms because everyone is different. Every catalyst or chemical imbalance is different. Depression is an equal opportunity bitch. Probably the only thing that truly binds us together as
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