Depression is a harsh mistress
Depression is a harsh mistress to say the least. Coming and going when she pleases, invited or not, she enters my life at odd hours and departs late leaving me tired and confused. If I'm lucky she will disappear for days or weeks without letting me know where she is going. Inevitably she will return and push me around for awhile. However, I've learned to stand up for myself a little better. Eventually I hope to kick her sorry butt to the curb and rid myself of her for good. Until that day, I put up with her as best as I can.