Depression is the Manifestation of a Wounded Heart

I can feel the darkness sweep in again.  Depression is an old friend with whom I have a love hate relationship.  Love, because I feel safe there.  Hate, because I feel so lost there.  I pull off my athletic shorts that make me feel cute and youthful.  They show off my tan legs, but today I want to hide.  I hunt around for Matt's sweatpants, and slip into the oversized legs.  I feel safe now, hiding. ...more