Letter to depression

Dear Hopeless,
It has been a long, tiring walk we had over the years and we're still going on. I remember those nights we'd sit together all night, contemplating on the best way for me to come over to the other side, that slow conception of breakthrough whenever I thought of it. I remember being with you all day just to fight loneliness, most importantly, sadness.
I started walking today and I realized I was alone, I let go of my shell and I stepped out for a while, what a breath of fresh air. I wasn't exactly free from my weak mind but I could see a ray of light from the cracked walls. It was a beautiful day outside today.
I want to let you know that I want to give life a chance. To beat me up, hurt me, break me, make happy, make me laugh or go crazy. Either way, I want to feel something from this mysterious world and I don't intend to leave on my will because I didn't come on my will.
I hope you'll be fine when I finally break those walls open to brace the world. I hope you find happiness too, I've always known you to be a sad, sick and tired feeling, chocking the lillies out of me. I have chosen to smile for no reason, to laugh when there's a reason to laugh. I have also chosen to be strong when I'm hurt, to keep walking until I find peace. I know my mind will be strengthened after this exercise and I know I'll sit face to face with freedom one day. I wish you the best of luck.

Yours truly
Your freed.

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