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Depression is a funny little thing.

Sometimes it’s a completely exaggerated view of the world. Sometimes it’s an entirely stark view of the world. Sometimes it’s completely unmerited. Sometimes it’s the only thing you can feel.

But each time…it’s best to try and use it to form something positive.

They call me so unhappy

It’s not my fault I feel crappy

Determinin’ and discernin’ the workin’

of what why where and how it’s hurtin’

Learnin’ from the wounds and feelin’ the burnin’

Referrin’ to books as my mind goes deferrin’

Try to contain it, prevent an outbreak

It’s all in my mind–I can, for everyone’s sake

They say “there’s a method to this madness”

There’s always a method to this sadness

Depressed and upset, wanting to feel gladness

Angry at nobody, just down and sad at this

I don’t need to lash

I don’t need to cry

I don’t need to curl up in a corner, all by my lonesome

But I DO need to try

To overcome, adapt, dominate or die

Overwhelmed by emotion, I can’t let myself drown

Pull myself up and out, live to see another round

Depression is nothing more than simply another phase

Sure, I can whine

But I can remember better days

And realize this is temporary

I can pull myself out

Of this dingy emotional drought

Alice Liddell: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don’t much care where–
Cat: [tailflick] Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.
Alice: [annoyed] –so long as I get somewhere.
Cat: [grins] Oh, you’re sure enough to do that, if only you walk long enough.

The crossroad sign pointed in many different directions, each of which only had one word on each point: “There”. Many of the Theres lead to nothing in particular, considering the area was simply a two-way alley with nothing more than a lamppost, a man, and a crossroad sign.
The man dressed immaculately in a black Victorian-era suit, complete with a monocle, a cane, and a golden watch. He kept glancing at the watch frequently, as if nervous about the time; either expecting something to happen soon, or hoping something doesn’t happen for some time.

After a short amount of time, however, a small cab pulled its way into the alley. The door opened up and a cheery voice spoke out. “Going somewhere, sir?”
The man jostled, jerked out of his thoughts as he jumped up from looking at his watch, stammering at the cab driver. “Oh! Er, er, uh. Yes! Yes, I am, but…uh…people really can’t make sense of where I want to go.”
The cab driver was unseen in the shadows of the cab, but his voice was just as cheery. “Oh, that’s absolutely no problem! You could tell me what you need in whatever language, whatever style, whatever area, and I’ll get you there!”
A pause followed this phrase, as the man flipped his watch back and forth in his hand, thinking this over. After a few seconds, he then stood up straight and cleared his throat, lifting up one hand to point at the sign. “I want to go…’There’.”
A small amount of laughter could be heard. “Oh, that’s all? People can’t make sense of that? I’ve got to say, you’ve met a daft group of people, then. Head on it, lad, and I’ll take you to There in simply a few clicks!”
Another pause followed, but then the man burst into a wide grin, almost on the verge of laughter as he hurriedly made his way into the cab. “Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you! Thank you so much!”
“Not at all a problem, sir!”

And with that, the door shut, the engine revved, and the cab sped off for There. In whichever There the sign was pointing to, only had significant meaning to both the driver and the man.