D for depression

Sometimes, I think depression is like a pet. We have it, we convince ourselves we ought to have it, or we cannot renounce it. We act as if it were a pet.

I named my pet D. Or Dee if you’d like.
It’s a big pet. Eats a lot of food. Challenging.
I give Dee up for adoption if anyone wants it.
You can choose your own name. It adapts easily.

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