Myrsky sisälläsi.

"What's it like?" she asked.

"Depression?"

She waited a second and whispered: 

"Yeah..."

"Depression is like a tornado.

There's nothing you can do but sit and wait,

and finally when the storm is over

you are left with the deconstruction. 

The scars on your body, the puffy eyes from crying,

the exhaustion from fighting a losing battle.

It's consuming."