A Letter To My Depression

Dear Depression,

Who the hell do you think you are trying to control me? I am not your servant. I DO NOT cater to your every whim. I shall get out of bed AS I PLEASE, without it being a chore. I shall enjoy MY life, without your negativity screaming in the back of my mind. I shall make friends, without thinking they are pretending to like me. No more will I grab a blade for you because you sing to me that I am nothing and better off six feet under. Just because you are part of me doesn't mean you own me, or will ever for this matter. I am better than what you make me think. I am stronger than what you make me feel.
In the past this letter would have been written different to you. This letter would tell you how I only serve you. How my arms were your cutting boards, my tears were your waterfalls. I would have said in this letter that I am not good enough and will never have real friends. I would have said depression is my only friend and I will do anything in this world to make sure it was happy... I don't care the extent because I didn't care for my life. I let you control everything depression. My way of thinking, talking, writing, you owned me. But not anymore.
I went and got help. I talk my issues out. I even had to go on medication to assist me in my fight against your grasp. NO MORE WILL I BOW TO YOU. THIS IS MY LIFE AND MY LIFE ONLY! You will let me live the way I want to even on days where you come on stronger than others...you will let me make my normal everyday choices. You will let me work, hang out, and live life to the fullest. We are going to have to live together for life. I don't mind if you don't, HOWEVER, I MAKE ALL THE SHOTS!...NOT you. You are there to make things a bit challenging but NOT to complicate things completely other than that...stay quiet and leave me be. We will get along great...one year now since I let you control me and counting...I love you merely because you make me, well, me. But other than that I hate you...you are nothing more than trouble...and so depression with all this said...I close my letter to you. I have said my thoughts and will go on to sleep peacefully. I hope you do too...for a very, very, VERY, long time.

Love,
Tia.