Depression is a Trip

Depression is a wildly confusing, exhausting trip to someplace you didn’t actually ever intend to go. Let’s say you set out for Austria, had in mind a little singing on mountaintops like in The Sound of Music, and you end up getting on the wrong plane and find yourself in Antarctica.

Some days I still get to feeling like this, fortunately since I’ve stopped drinking those days are fewer than they were previously.

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