Sometimes, I need to admit

Oh yes, think about how people see depression.

Bad.

Worthless.

Definitely not a positive thing for sure. At least that was what I have learned till now. People won't see depression as a good thing, and will try to avoid, and that was the culture I have lived in and was educated as.

Then maybe you wonder: How the heck I figured out to survive till my mid 20? Not being able to talk about this to my parents is a really hard issue, as they think depression is something like cold and it will go away someday.

Yes, it does go away, except it will return to me every day, 24 hours regularly. Maybe shorter! Duh.

Then now you might be wondering: Are you ranting about your depression? It's your problem honestly.

Yes, I just ranted, but I am not going to do more. I am not trying to make you feel bad as I am with this emotion, and I know you already had a lot today. By the way, you are an amazing person.

I know there might be some like me. Someone who can't really talk about this and have to keep it in mind, as a little tiny secret monster under your bed. Ah, my friendly monster has grown quite a lot, it loves my bed soo much.

And I'm fine with my monster. He is a big fluffy dark monster, but I like fluffs. It's better than my bed cover. The best!

For now, I have learned how to deal a game with the monster. If he is crying, I eat something sweet. If he is alone, I chat with my friend. If he is bored, I go to youtube. Yes he does take a lot of energy and time but hey, I need to admit that I raise this monster.

And again, today, he is very glad to see the light of a new day, and I am too.

Maybe I should take it to a walk under a sunshine. Such a nice weather, right?