You know the bitter sting of depression.
You know it's not just about things not going your way.
You know the loneliness, the utter hopelessness, the darkness constricting in your mind,
whispering to you in the dead of night:
'Let go. Join me.'
You are happy now.
But I can see it; see it in your eyes.
The fear that the darkness will return and next time, next time you just don't know what you'll do.