…fight!

…I wish my anxiety would go for a stroll, and forget the way back- that depression would forget the language I speak, and we could no longer communicate, so I would no longer understand the whispers it sends to me-

that suicide would erase its meaning from the earth, so all that succumbed would arise, from what would have never been-

the disease is so dangerous- its volume is so loud- so many don’t understand- it silences the laughter of your children, and becomes the almost impossible war-

but almost impossible is never impossible-

know this, and fight-

I am with you ❤️

kb