I care not whether I am believed, but once upon a time, before I had a name for my foe Depression, I had given up, and my room melted away and I was in a bright white shiny beautiful still expansive everything place being stared down by a brown wolf.
She sent me back to my children.
She sent me to the doctor.
The mother wolf sent me and the doctor gave me meds and I returned. Spiral. Spiral. Back up.
Every time I have a relapse, I remember her kind, stern, everything eyes, and I go back to the doctor.
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