“Like a drum baby, don’t stop beating”.
You love me for who I am.
You love me for me.
Do you know who you are loving?
Do you know the depths to which I sink every day?
Do you know the levels of schmazy that I go through?
You love me for me.
Do you know where my brain takes me?
Do you know where my mind drags me through?
Do you know where every laugh, every noise, takes me?
You love me for me.
Do you know me?
Confessions from Depression 
Some of you I do know. Not all of you because you have your walls. Reading your blog tells me that I know you on a different level because what you write about is a lot like what runs though my own head. I also try to be a “strong man” and “suck it up” and keep my inner demons to myself. Clearly that’s working out like the Hindenburg as you can see how well I sleep lately.
I need to be better about sharing and checking in on you. Let’s try to be better together.
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Some of you I do know. Not all of you because you have your walls. Reading your blog tells me that I know you on a different level that my soul recognizes and drew us together. What you write about is a lot like what runs though my own head. I also try to be a “strong man”, “suck it up” and keep my inner demons to myself. Clearly that’s working out like the Hindenburg as you can see how well I sleep lately.
I need to be better about sharing and checking in on you. Let’s try to be better together.
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