My grandpa looks at all my bumper stickers on my car, chuckles and repeats “HAsheville” out loud.
"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
@karma1221 Depression is like a canyon, but the rock is your happiness. Slowly being eroded away. But you can feel every grain being washed away, and you feel the holes they leave once they are gone.