Can't Kill My Disease Without Killing Me

Picture of my prozac prescription with my information covered.

“No matter if I ever got out of this depression alive, it made no difference because it had already fundamentally changed me. There had been permanent damage. My morose character would not ever go away because depression was everything about me. It colored every aspect of me so thoroughly, and I became resigned to that.”
-Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

There’s a profound sadness swarming my soul
Something bigger than you and me
I think, maybe I can cut it out
I think, maybe I can purge it out
I think, maybe I can cry it out
Maybe I can kill it from the source.