what if you're still holding on living, trying not to let go and fall in this deep hole?
what happens when you live Life while your falling down deep?
why are there always questions? Why cannot Life be good enough?
why is Depression the Holly Mother of my despair?
because you like darkness when you're suffreing a big Migraine.
That's what depression is: a big annoying migraine.
And it won't let you see and enjoy the bright things.
You can become immune of pills. Is that so with depression?
Now I'm between Life, Depression and migraine, and I have no pills.
