What is depression to me?
It is a free-fall from God's side to the pit of hell (it only feels that way).
It is tightly clutching Jesus's hands as I drive, go to the store, attempt to function daily.
It is a bloody battle, with me clinging to life.
It makes my favorite foods taste like desert sands.
It shows me what truly matters.
It makes the numbers on my scale plummet.
It makes every little task monumental.
It narrows life down to me and God.
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