When commercials say "depression hurts" it really does. It fills you to the top numbing your head and limbs. Fingers tingle at the tips longing for less and more feeling. Where are my toes?
It hurts your family because nothing they do or say cheers you up for real. An occasional forced smile followed by a hidden face doesn't keep the pain away.
Your head is full of cotton, it longs to implode.
The air is full of children's moans. Longing for love and joy to pass from the mothers bosom to theirs. Mother offers her warmth, but falls asleep trying to hide the pain. Striving to not pass it on, she fails.
In waking the mother sees her child beauty glows and sleeping.
Something snaps.
The child's beauty wakens the mothers joy. It's small. She holds tight to it, but its like reaching for a snow flake. Nearly impossible and when you do it melts cold in your hand, beauty lost.
The mother sighs at least I got a taste.
True joy is like a snow flakes (maybe not for all) sometimes it pours and you catch a lot, but sometimes not. Just because it lands on you doesn't mean you consume it. Snow isn't like water.
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