Depression is a funny thing. The life I live now is not hard. Maybe nothing more than every day typical thoughts of the future. My past hasn't been too hard either. I should be happy, right...?
I'm told that everyone likes me, at least a little bit. I don't give anyone a reason to have an issue with me. I'm told that I'm unique, and sometimes talented, and people seem interested from time to time. I shouldn't Feel alone, right...?
I'm told that I have potential, and that I can do great things if I try. That if I put my knowledge to use I can help people. I shouldn't feel useless, right...?
I help who I can when I can. When someone asks me for something, I rarely turn them around, unless it would significantly harm someone other than myself. I shouldn't feel like a terrible person, right...?
I have all of these reasons to live, and so many people to help. I have lessons to lean and experiences to share. I have people who I hope love me, and I also love them. I shouldn't be depressed, right...?
...Right...?
