Depression wears a lot of masks.
It looks like people.
It looks like no one.
It sounds like tear drops.
It sounds like silence.
It feels like isolation.
It feels like standing in a crowded room.
It is one thing.
It is all things smashed together.
It is a mosaic.
Each tile for each day.
Each color depicting the vast landscape of highs and lows.
Depression is laughter in the midst of tears.
It feels like inadequacy.
It feels like losing hope.
It sounds like self-reflection.
It sounds like seeking help.
Depression looks like people.
Depression looks like me.
Depression wears a lot of masks.
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