I am an empty space within a black steel box. One day, I touch the wall in front of me, and it’s a black curtain. Sunshine waits outside.
I am a photo cube, displaying eight pictures. Serving others, but empty inside… until service becomes joy.
Depression is a choice.
By the way, I am not saying that it is your fault if you feel depressed, but that there is a path out, and you have the choice of walking that path.