Here I am again, back in this place where only sadness lingers .True, there is some good things on this sight. Stories of triumph and happiness, but even the best among them are shadowed by the disorder we suffer from. We have all bled from countless wounds, and left unhealed they would have killed us. Many of us only have minor bandages upon them, nothing to save us from the slow bleed of our will to live leaving us. I know that we can be saved, we could fix everything wrong with us, but something went wrong with us on a fundamental level. I was born with a predisposition towards this, and due to that I’ve been dealing with at least minor depression since I was too young to remember. There are others out there who have inherited this, and we have been damaged from the very beginning, there was no savior for us, only fighting without knowing what were to fight against. The others here though, they have been hurt in ways we cannot imagine. They have gone through terrors and atrocities we would have died from. They are strong, they have encountered bad in their life, but it is almost balanced from the strength gathered from each encounter. Not to say we are any less than them, but unlike them we have earned our strength from years of minor torture, there may be no defining moment in any of our lives to show when this all began, but we have reached the same lows as them from a slow process. This is not something to divide us, but something to understand. Inside each and every one of us there is a beast that wished to devour our souls and our hearts. We cannot allow it to do so. We will fight with every breath left in our lives, for we are strong, we are wise, and we are depressed.