Depression tells you that you aren't good enough.
It tells you not to pick up the phone and call anyone for help because people don't need to be bothered with your petty problems.
It tells you that no matter how much the people in your life tell you that they love you, no matter how much fun your friends might seem to have when they are with you, no matter how many times you've been a loyal and loving wife, daughter, sister, friend, mother, it tells you that you are a piece of shit loser who sucks and no one has ever loved you, no one loves you now, and no one will ever love you again.
When the man you love is telling you how beautiful he finds you, it whispers in your ear that you are hideously fat and ugly and that everyone agrees with its assessment.
When your children wrap their arms around your neck and breathe their stinky morning breath into your nose and say, "I love you sooooooo much, Mommy!" Depression counters with the fact that you are a Horrible Parent.
When someone at work compliments you or congratulates you on a success or thanks you for your hard work, Depression slaps you in the face and says, "Wait until they figure out what a terrible person you are. They'll fire your ass."
When you dare to believe that you made the right decision to end a marriage that was sucking you dry and filling every day of your existence with anger, paranoia, dread, hopelessness and fear, Depression reminds you that you didn't try hard enough and you should have stayed longer and if only you'd been a better lover and a more giving, patient, caring, loving person you would have been enough for him.
When the sun is shining and your horse is waiting for you to come and share some precious hours in the arena or on the trail or just hanging out feeding him carrots and brushing his coat, Depression is of the opinion that you should close the shades, turn off the phone, get on the computer and stay inside all day.
When you think that maybe organizing your kitchen cupboards would be a good way to start feeling better about your house and your self, Depression tells you there's no point, everything's a mess anyway and your house will never be clean enough to pass muster so why bother?
When you begin to get frustrated with your annual winter weight gain and you set up a plan to start exercising more and eating better, Depression calls you a Fat Pig and says you're going to be fat and ugly no matter what, so maybe you should just eat another Ding Dong.
Depression distorts your truth. Even when you know that its a temporary phenomenon, even when you know all the things that you can do to make it a little less suffocating, Depression works hard to make you fail.
It has been months now that the good days have been too outnumbered by the bad, and this needs to stop. Depression needs to shut its lying whore mouth and crawl back into the bottomless depths.
Because my real truth speaks to me a little more loudly this day. Because I'm a competitive sort of bitch and no asshole named Depression is going to beat ME. Because my family needs me more than you need me. Because my mother told me to pick the very best one and YOU ARE NOT IT.