“It’s like this for me. Depression is a commute. I go back and forth from Sadness to OK. Depending on the traffic, sometimes it takes me longer than other times to get from one to the other. Sometimes I take scenic routes, visit other places: Joy, Fury, Despondence, Fun. But most of my life’s journey is devoted to my commute.”
“What about other, more dangerous towns? What about Suicide? Do you ever visit that town?”
“Nope; not a place I’ve ever wanted to go. But I notice the turnoff on the highway, and I get why some people take it.”
“What about other, more dangerous towns? What about Suicide? Do you ever visit that town?”
“Nope; not a place I’ve ever wanted to go. But I notice the turnoff on the highway, and I get why some people take it.”
