"It's natural." Like the ebb and flow of the waves that crash below. "You're crazy." As I'm repeatedly blamed and advised to make lemons into lemonade. "You'll be fine." Or so I'm told as I feel like life is always on hold. "Get over it." I'm scolded and shamed being far too young to feel this drained. "It will pass." The worry and the fear the energy is uses feels severe. "You're boring." Now I'll overcompensate to drown out your words of miserable hate. "Just relax." I wish I could, but see how depression has taken hold of me. "Miserable cow." You can blame me all you want nothing compares to my brains own taunt. "I'm fine." I tell myself "I'll get through this." I lie. "It won't win" As I'm swept away by the tide.