Someone asked me what depression felt like...
For me, it feels like coming home.
Like comfort.
A wrapped blanket and a cup of coffee.
It´s not supposed to feel like that. But it does to me. It comes looking for me when I´m finally feeling happy.
I can feel it coming for me again.
"That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
miércoles, 7 de febrero de 2018
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