That Good Ol’ Fashioned Grey-Area Depression
Stephanie Georgopulos

I recognized so much of myself in this piece. I totally suffer from grey-area depression. It feels like haunting my own house. And then it lifts. Wild how it manages to sneak up on us no matter how long we’ve lived with it. And how we write narratives for it, try to make sense of it. I thought mine began in high school until I found a poem I wrote when I was 10 about how life is an “infanit abyss.” despite how heavily personal/isolating/lonesome depression is, so much of it does manage to manifest in similar ways. We even both referred to ours like treading water, look:

Forgive me for getting really Tumblr and trauma bonding but we might be ~depression twinz~

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