I worry about you so much. I hope you're ok. I miss your laugh, listening to you talk in your sleep, and sometimes I can still hear your voice yelling that dinner is ready to me from upstairs. God I love you.
Depression is a monster that won't let go. What's worse is people don't understand. Then you lose those people, (I did), that meant the most to me all due the cruelty of someone who wanted to hurt me more. He succeeded. Why? Because he could and I couldn't fight a narcissist ass.