“Depression Will Not End Me”

One of the worst things about depression is the feeling that you simply can’t escape from it. Almost like it’s an oily, endlessly sticky tar that seeps out from inside you, smearing itself on everything and everyone that comes near. It creates a barrier between you and everything else, smothering every comforting word and obscuring every source of light. It’s all too easy to feel like you’re drowning, struggling to come up for air, and that the only way out is to give up. Don’t let that evil, seeping ichor trick you. Depression is awful, and it can absolutely kill you if you let it. Just ask anyone who has lost friends or family to it, or nearly died themselves from its choking grasp. This sigil can’t cure depression. It can’t stop that oily darkness from pulling you, trying to sink you below the waves. But it can remind you that you always have a choice. If you need help, tell someone. Call a helpline. Do whatever it takes. Don’t let that sticky, oily merciless, hateful bastard of a disease claim another life.