damik's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The anti personal mine in my rose garden Depression is like a predator it silently stalks you waiting until you are at your weakest. Waiting until it knows it can take you down. We've lived together a long time now, depression and I, I know its tricks and games, I can head it off at the pass. Usually. Or I just think I do. I stay busy, so I don't have to think about what I might think about. And then there are days when it just creeps in silently like the fog. Without warning or reason. Some days I'm just too weak to fight it. I hate myself on those days. Happily, though, at this point in my life the good days out number the bad. I've won against the crushing weight of chronic depression. Now I just need to learn how to cope with the ninja depression. Oh and my lady bits esplode. 1:24 a.m. - 03-24-08 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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