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---- I stumble through each day, hurtling along at a snail’s pace, grabbing wildly at normality, something stable, something I can cling onto. Sometimes the fingers in my mind close around something and I think for a little while that it might be okay after all. Then it slips from my all too tentative grasp and I am the one plummeting again. Falling unchecked and unstopped into a seemingly bottomless abyss. The problem is I know that there is a bottom. And I know what will happen when I hit it. And that is the most terrifying thought of all.
---- Depression is a thief. It comes and it steals you. It steals who you are, steals who you were and if you’re not careful, it steals who you were going to be.
---- We find our memories in the strangest places.
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