The truth is – I’d rather be depressed. Not can’t-get-out-of-bed depressed; I just prefer to keep that dark cloud thinly floating above my head. Depression’s familiar. I know what to do. I’ve been fighting it since I was a kid. I know what to expect.
Mania, on the other hand, has always destroyed me. I don’t know how to handle it. I don’t know what to expect. Depression may have the power to kill me, but mania could destroy my life. So I’ll have the depression, thank you.
Originally written July 23, 2013