I Battle Depression

I read somewhere that each and every single one of us have a chamber inside of him where his soul actually lives.. For instance, some chambers would be like a library as its full of books and there's a disk in the middle of the room.. Others would be a beach and full of people and children chasing each other.. Others would be just a park and 2 empty wheelchairs facing the sunset..


Then i started to imagine mine, with all my depression, BPD, insecurities and that crap.. I soon came to realise how would it look like.. It would be a freezing cold and dark room, like pitch black and id be sitting on the floor in the corner while placing my head between my knees..dont even ask how i got that vision but i did..so yeah..