I went back to the forest where I used to play as a child with my younger brother. There's a tall oak tree that has been standing there for hundreds of years. My brother and I used to spend time in its shade. However, in just 20 years, a branch of mistletoe has grown and has almost entirely covered the oak tree with its lush and leafy wreaths. What you can see now are just a few weak oak branches that are struggling to hold on. I feel like that oak tree. Depression has surrounded me like mistletoe taking over the trunk of an oak tree. It is slowly draining the life out of me and wrapping itself around my mind, becoming uglier but more "alive" than I am.


major depression
