Anyone else with depression feel a sick sense of accomplishment when you get a new high score on the depression pop quiz at the doctorās office? Like, itās twisted that I feel accomplished when I score high enough the nurses all look at me like Iām about to shatter in front of them and they treat me with kid gloves. āFuck you, depression!ā I scream in my head. I am so fucked up they all think Iām going to die right now but here I am, still alive. I win.



















