A conversation with depression.


Knock. Knock.
Me
(opens door)
Oh hey... come on in... I was wondering when you were going to show up.

Sad figure
(walks in)
I was wondering when you were going to recognize my existence.

Me
(closing door)
I have recognized your existence for some time. But look, it is the holidays and I don't have much time for you. 

Sad figure
Really? You always have time for me around the holidays.

Me
Normally, I do. But I have to remain positive and happy! 

Sad figure
You skipped defense mechanism number one and went straight to two?

Me
Defense mechanism one was yesterday and I still see it today.

Knock. Knock.

Me
(opens door)
Well, speak of the deebils. We have ourselves a get together now.

DF 1 and DF 2
(DF 1 begins cleaning the house and DF 2 looks like Barney on steroids)

Me
(closes door and turns to Sad Figure)
You see... they are alive and well.

Sad Figure
Ah, yes. You are becoming more self aware. It's all that crap they call counseling. What are you going to do about it? 

Me
Uhm. I think I will give in a little bit. But I will not cry.

Sad Figure
(wry smile)
Go ahead. Make my day. Cry, you stupid bitch! You wandering whore! You guiltless trollop!

Me
No. Not going to cave. I know you, I see you, I won't let you do this to me anymore. You will visit but I will know you. I will know the defense mechanisms and I will get through. Life is always darkest before the miracle.

Sad figure
Who's going to save you now, princess? Your family? Your friends? Or how about that fake love affair?

Me
Myself. I am saving myself. Your fear-loathing, corpse-gathering days are done. I no longer want you in my life. (leans in close) Now, get out of my house! (goes to door and opens. Sad Figure walks out, sulking. DF 1 and DF 2 move to leave.)

(hand in front of DF 1 and DF 2)
Oh no. You two can stay. I am more productive when you two are around.


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