She put the cup to her lips
to cover her face.
"There's no comfort in knowing someone else
is dealing with depression.
The small things give it away:
The heavier subtle smell of smoke,
the stronger coffee for that extra perk,
opening the blinds to let that extra bit of light in.
And it's not a 'now I know I'm not alone,' thing
it's a 'I'm sorry that you understand.'"
She put the Earl Grey with cream and sugar down.
"You know when people tell you
to always find the best? In everything?
Take something you hate and find the good parts?
There's not a good part to depression.
There's nothing to not hate.
Not even when it's better."
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