1/21/2016
I am depressed.
I am not my depression.
My depression is not me.
I am me.
No one defines me
but me.
Especially not my depression.
If I am my depression,
where do I go when
my depression takes pause?
I am still here,
my depression is not.
What if my depression is not depression,
but rather, just me?
Then while I am not my depression—
My depression is me.
What else am I, then?
What else could I be?
So many things!
Wonderful, exciting, happy things!
But today
I am depressed.
Just depressed.