To kill a mocking depression

[robvalue]

Oh, of course! I meant between brutal beatings

I'm not afraid of taking my depression into the woods and hacking it to pieces with a rusty saw. I know it will reanimate eventually, but until then, I'll just shove it in the boot and drag it around. I know I can't simply leave it behind, so I put it where it can cause least harm.

When I'm feeling relatively strong, I see it coming with its bullshit and I'm ready to kick the crap out of it again. It's when I'm vulnerable that it creeps up on me, like Agent 47 wearing a disguise, and I don't realize until it's got me in a choke hold. But I'm getting better at fighting back, even when this does happen. Even if it sabotages my day, I'm more likely to bounce back the next day after getting its grubby mitts from around my neck.

If you ever need a hand with the beatings, I'm only too happy!