‘All over..

bar the shouting.’

One of the old sayings, handed down, and now applied to me.

Because, strictly speaking, this is over.

I did what I came here to do.

I defeated Depression.


It should be a Movie, or  I should be on Oprah.

But I am not.  Some days I find it hard to leave my room, because a journey like this leaves you with mud on your shoes.


A man is left with battle scars after a fight like this.  Scars, regret, embarrassment, because you fought your battle in front of people, and now you are ashamed.


Stigma haunts you.

You wanted a happy ending, you wanted to be free.






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