It steals time.
It steals energy.
It steals love.
It steals laughter.
It steals hope.
It steals friendships.
It steals passion.
It steals joy.
It steals life.
I long for of all that depression has taken from me.
I am tired. But I am here. I am alive.
Sometimes, that's all there is.
Because depression is a thief.