susan calman is convicted

I have depression. In the past I have been diagnosed as having clinical depression. But the medical diagnosis was, in a way, unnecessary. Some things, like a broken leg, are very obvious.

You see, I’m not just a bit down sometimes, I’m depressed. I’m not like one of those little sad rabbits you see in a Hallmark card, I’m like a really upset Tasmanian Devil: full on, world hating, can’t stand anything or anyone, depression.

For example, if I was to ask myself the standard happiness question “is this glass half full or half empty?”, I would say there is no glass. I don’t deserve a glass. I’ll drink out of this cup of broken dreams, whilst looking at photos on Facebook of people I went to school with who have a better glass than me.