On Depression


Eat something green,

he said.

And don't work too hard.

And,

he added.

Talk to as many strangers as you can.



I knew what he meant. He meant the Old Me would've done that. That I could play pretend until it was real. I smiled in the coffee shop that day. It didn't make a difference - the fog wouldn't lift - but I saw how easily I might fool the world and its baristas. 

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