SHAME

My shame is what is at the root of my Depression.

It truly feels like being in public without any clothes on.

Exposed to the ridicule and disgust of others.

It takes so much willpower to keep my “everything is okay” mask from falling off my face.

I’m so exhausted believe you me!

But as long as I’m still breathing: I’ll continue to embrace my melancholy and move forward in life despite my self-hate.

I truly am my worst enemy.