Living with depression is like living with a roommate who eats all your snacks.
I posted that as my Facebook status a while back, and it got a lot of likes, most of them from my friends who know what it’s like to live with depression. Even though everyone experiences it differently, I think that many people relate to this metaphor.For me, it’s the one of the most relevant ways for me to explain the disease and not just because I love snacks (it’s Girl Scout cookie season, y’all), but because I wake most mornings instantly thinking about how much time is left before I can come back to bed.Because usually upon waking, I already know how I’ll feel that day. I know that I’ll spend the rest of my day looking for something that’s missing that I just can’t find, like that box of Samoas I could swear I just bought from the cute little Girl Scouts in front of Ralph’s.

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