IPhoto by Nick Fewings on Unsplash I was awake in the middle of the night recently, and my depression wanted to talk. It was sharing ideas with me about our future together. Depression was pleased that I was still alive. If I ended my life, depression would lose a cooperative host. And that wasn’t good for either of us. How could it keep needling at me if I wasn’t … [Read more...] about It’s Clear That My Depression Loves Me