It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left.
"Whenever I have a good few months and I think I've gotten over the worst of my depression, it silently returns. This isn't a battle I asked to fight. I'm tired of knowing it's always coming back." I feel like this exactly