Depression wants me to harm myself.

It says isolate.  Sleep.  Starve.  Binge.  Hide.

It says hate yourself.

It says kill yourself.

It says tell everyone you are okay, then come back so I may abuse you further.

It does not whisper these words; it shouts in my ear.

It claws at me, pulls me under for a time.

I am rallying; I am fighting.

I have things to do.  Leave me alone, I am busy. 

I woke up today with no strength.  No resolve.

I am tired. 

Today, nature won out over change of habit. 

Today, I skipped life and loving myself.

I am skipping today. 

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