Depression strips you to your core.
It’s a vulnerable place to be.
At my core, I’m sweet, docile, and patient.
This is what I’m like when I’m depressed.
I need gentle.
I need sweet.
For all my big spunk and ferocity, I’m really harmless.
This is something only the people I trust experience in its rawest form.
Unless I’m depressed.
Then everyone gets to experience it.
Because I have no strength to put up guards.
I have no energy to fight and protect myself.
I’m a turtle without a shell.
So please, be kind.
At my core, I just want to be loved and appreciated.
I have more in common with an abused dog trying to please its new owner because it’s just so grateful it has a better home than I do with a pampered dog that’s always been secure about its place.
My thoughts and words are my soul.
So please, be gentle with it.
I’m raw love right now.
Unfiltered and pure.
I don’t have my usual defenses.
In my pain, I find comfort in loving.
Please don’t abuse or reject it.
I’m sharing my secrets.
I think this is the most vulnerable I’ve been in awhile.
And I’m too exhausted to be terrified of it.