Expecto Patronum
Source: Google Images Depression is never "One size fits all". It comes in various shapes and sizes, Wearing different hues, textures and fragrances. Simply put, it's like the dark mime was invited to your birthday party, Instead of the colourful, cheery clown. It often makes the world seem duller, And bends all of its curves and edges out of proportion. The depressed, alone in a crowd, often agree in unison, Despite the facades, quiet whispers, pointing fingers and cognizant nods, Their saddest loss is the progressive lack of everyday motivation. Let me illustrate with my life, for instance. At 10, Depression was the image of a crying woman on a magazine cover, Her tears setting free the mascara from her eyelashes. They streaked down like black rivers on her cheeks. In an epiphany, I realized that the woman was a lot like me. At 12, Depression was separation from my friends at school, Realizing that I didn't matter t
