This Close To Okay

by Leesa Cross-Smith

He was depressed, and depression wasn’t sexy. She saw so much of it every day that she didn’t have a romanticized idea of it. People died, people were miserable, people gave up. Forgot how important and loved they were. Depression was a vacuum that sucked out everything—leaving nothing behind except the burdening weight of nothingness.

So much of therapy was practicality and giving people a much-needed pass to relax when they needed to or be weird when they needed to.