Mental health, Poem

You’ll sit in the dark…
You’ll sit alone…
You won’t know if the sun is out,
You won’t know if you are alone.

You do it because it’s comforting.

But when you are ready,
you must emerge.

Because it’s in depression’s discomfort
that you heal.

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— slip out from underneath the covers

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