Depression

Wake up in the middle of the night. Lie here on my blankets. Depressed. Thinking about when I was young. And now I’m old. And I’ll be dead soon. I tell myself: Growing old is a natural process. It happens to everyone. There’s no need to be sad. . .
Growing old isn’t a sin. It just feels like one.

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