Depression comes in waves. A cold, black sea. I stop swimming and try to float, like I have been taught to do. But the undertow is dragging me out. Further and further, until I am out of my depth. And I am getting tired.
Perhaps instead of trying to float you could try to stand. See how deep the depression. I often just wade through mine, you can drown in two inches of depression, but you could just walk around in it, swuish it between your toes.
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Perhaps instead of trying to float you could try to stand. See how deep the depression. I often just wade through mine, you can drown in two inches of depression, but you could just walk around in it, swuish it between your toes.
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