midnightstar

Your love meant everything to me
Now it's gone, lost forever
Lost in the endless blackness
Disappeared into the endless void

I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
Please don't forget me
Remember me until the day we die

My heart broke the day I left you
It still hurts knowing you're gone
The memories are hard to deal with
Our lives were ripped apart

Time and space separate ...

I've just been looking at the rescue's website again where I used to help out, one of the cats is back who I loved, I used to think about him regularly. He's a tabby and white male who originally went in as a stray. He's got health problems now and it's upsetting to know he's going to be in a cage for months on end again like he was last time. He's the same age as my precious snugglebug Dylan was before I had to give him up.

I've given up with my depression diary, I can use what I've written already to make up a fictional story about depression, complete with the dark thoughts I had but obviously changing details etc.

Some people just do not understand depression. Depression isn't something you can just "snap out of", it's something you really need to work hard to get out of it and often it's easy to slide back down again. It's like a river - it's so easy to be overwhelmed and swept away; and sometimes it's impossible to swim against.

Just as you think you're beginning to recover the black walls close round you once again. The slightest thing can cause it - like someone speaking sharply ...