[BIPOLAR DISORDER] Uninvited guests, depression
Depression comes suddenly, like an uninvited guest. Not a very welcome guest. The guest comes to me, strangles me and makes it impossible to breathe. I can't do anything because it keeps me from going anywhere. My whole body lacks strength, my feet do not move according to my will, and all my senses turn toward darkness. Even though death is so futile and I don't understand people who take their own lives, when depression comes to me, death is freedom, and it is wrapped up in something so sweet that it tempts me.
