Depression is not an object,
nor is it to be romanticised.
Depression is wanting to harm yourself mentally.
It's wanting to wreck yourself emotionally
and physically into oblivion.
Depression is light nights and dark mornings
and days when it's too tiring to even think.
Most of all, depression is not you.
You are not depression and it does not define your being.
Depression is souvenir of mind in hard work, Depression is the harvest of mind's concerning about meaning of objects although it may impose feeling of woe and sadness against mind of true-seeking but intrinsically depression is source of insight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Depression is souvenir of mind in hard work, Depression is the harvest of mind's concerning about meaning of objects although it may impose feeling of woe and sadness against mind of true-seeking but intrinsically depression is source of insight. Thanks dear Winters for sharing your poem.