Vivid Remembrance

I remember the moment I first realized I was depressed.

It was the third time in one day that I'd run to the bathroom to cry for no reason. It'd been two weeks since I'd had 24 hours of existing with a dry face. I sat there on the floor with my head in my hands. My throat burned and my nose was stuffy.

I remebering chanting over and over about how tired I was. How it was ok to die now. How I'd be happy to die.

Maybe it's easy to remeber because I still feel the same sometimes.