Welcome back, Mortals!
Have you ever been swimming in the sea, minding your own business and such, when suddenly you find yourself getting pulled under the water (with little to no escape or luck)?
Yeah, me neither, but that is generally what having an episode of depression basically feels like. You’re living your life (you’re feeling good) then suddenly, like a great kraken, depression comes from below and wraps its dark tentacles around you. You try to fight back and break free of its grasp, but it only makes it squeeze harder and pull you deeper into the abyss.

Yes, I have had many battles with my own kraken, and yes, I know all too well how hard it is to swim back to the surface once it has let you loose. You often just want to give up and sink to the bottom without the kraken’s help. It’s tiring to keep swimming, and you wish everyday that a dolphin or a (very pretty) mermaid swims by to help you to the surface. 

But you also learn how to rely on your own inner strength to save you, because no one but you can save you. 
I have been living with my kraken for some time now (her name is Greta, she likes starlit swims in the abyss and she listens to Bowie), so I’ve learned to live with it all. I know ways to loosen the grasp of the tentacles and break free (writing being one of them).
So to all the Mortals I call friends that may have their own krakens to deal with, I just want you to know how much I admire your strength. Don’t ever stop swimming. I believe in you, and I always will.

This is the denizen under the bridge (and Greta), signing off.