Okay, fine, this DESTROYS my belief of how everything must have an assigned value, that everything happens for a reason, okay???
The value of depression, depression, let me tell you all, has NO positive value, as I’d experienced through all of that back in high school, and, because of the depressive states I’d found myself to be in, I’d wanted to, finish it off, every single time I’d felt so fucking (oopsy!!!) low, and, don’t let me start on how when my god DAMN cycle came visitin’ back then either, boy, oh boy, those days, were HELL that’s for sure!
and this, is what that looks AND feels like…
The value of depression, look at it like this, you’re stuck, down in the troughs (the low points???), and, you tilted your head upward, and saw that never-ending, winding, expanding for miles and miles of road that you’d needed to climb back up towards, to get yourselves better, kinda like my first impression of TX, miles of nothing, and OVER millions of ways to go wrong, but hey, that’s now, my home there!!!
The values of depression lie in what you’re getting out of that experience, and if everything that’s happened in life IS a lesson for you to master (either pass or fail!), then, you’d better master this hard one that’s surrounding your lives right now, otherwise, you will NEVER know what’s to come next…
not my picture still…
And to think, that had I managed to successfully kill myself (yeah, tried THAT too, back in H.S. okay???), I’d not become who I currently am today…
Life, the Obstacle Course 