For me, depression was like living in a dark room. It’s not always easy, but you can get stuff done. Sometimes it takes a lot more energy, because the darkness makes things hard to see. All that extra effort in trying to get the everyday, simple things done…it’s tiring. For years in that dark room was the exit sign illuminated in the corner. Always there, another of my constant companions. Some days, that sign was very inviting, and I’d look at it longingly. Other times, it was just there, in my peripheral vision.