Depression Biscuits

For all the profanity that will surely ensue, I apologize.  If you are bothered by it, I apologize.  Still, I won't hold back.  Thank you.

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Depression is a mother-fucker.  It perches on your shoulder, dancing around behind your neck to the other side when you go looking for it.  Whispers, taunts, riddles and sometimes crippling fear.  Self-doubt, self-loathing and a heaping helping of I-Don't-Give-a-Fuck (generally called Apathy in 'Polite Company') overload your plate, your senses, your...