Monday, April 18, 2016

Now it's my turn to die

When one suffers from chronic depression, as the years go by, it comes contagious. Depression spreads to the ones around you, specially the ones that love you. Those are the most vulnerable.

The longer you struggle with depression, the more comfortable you feel with it, like the foot binding bandages that Chinese women used to prevent their feet from growing. As life grows inside of you, the cast of depression tightens around your soul and your spirit is forever deformed. You are afraid of removing the bandages, because you can smell the  gangrenous soul inside of it. It will be painful and probably unrecoverable.

That was how she felt in her family. All of them growing apart from each other and away from the world, the sect of misery that feeds from the darkness of depression.

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