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This blog will be dedicated to explaining my illness. An illness that has rotted my teeth, left me in debt, scarred my body, poisoned my liver, and debilitated me. An illness that scolds me from the minute I open my eyes until I get myself drunk enough to ignore it at night. An illness that will kill me, eventually.

Depression. This is the only time I will use that word in this blog, because I hate it. But it is the only diagnosis that fits what has been happening to me. What a subtle dirty word it is. A word that hides itself when it wants to, then resurfaces when you least expect it. It’s eerily silent and obnoxiously loud, all at the same time. It has lead me to closer to death than any other word. But right when I am about to succumb to its advances, I can’t follow through. I will walk to the tracks, but will always watch the train pass.

ONE

This blog will be dedicated to explaining my illness. An illness that has rotted my teeth, left me in debt, scarred my body, poisoned my liver, and debilitated me. An illness that scolds me from the minute I open my eyes until I get myself drunk enough to ignore it at night. An illness that will kill me, eventually.

Depression. This is the only time I will use that word in this blog, because I hate it. But it is the only diagnosis that fits what has been happening to me. What a subtle dirty word it is. A word that hides itself when it wants to, then resurfaces when you least expect it. It’s eerily silent and obnoxiously loud, all at the same time. It has lead me to closer to death than any other word. But right when I am about to succumb to its advances, I can’t follow through. I will walk to the tracks, but will always watch the train pass.