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Curiosity Saved This Cat

“Why haven’t you quit yet?” My Depression asked me as I sat fully clothed in my empty bathtub.

I didn’t answer.

Instead, I just stared at the janky image of myself that was being reflected back to me from the porcelain of the tub.

My Depression knelt down beside me and ran its thin fingers through my hair.

“Why are you resisting me?” It asked with a bit of a hiss. “I’m just here to help you feel safe.”

I shook my head ever so slightly.

Subtle gestures like this were how the two of us usually communicate with each other.

However, today my Depression was being a bit more overt. Today it was motivated to destroy me. It smelled blood in the water. My Depression could see the weakness in my eyes. It knew it has a chance. If it tried hard enough - Depression thought it could finally bury me today.

With it’s icy breath blowing in my ear Depression spoke again with a sing-songy voice:

“It’s okay, my sweets. You’ve already made it so much farther than anybody would have ever expected. You’ve endured so much suffering. It’s okay to give up. Just for today try giving up. You’ll feel so much better. The pain will go away. The lava in your veins will cool. The knife in your stomach will stop being twisted. The rat chewing through your heart will fall asleep. If you just give surrender you will stop feeling these holes being put in you. If you just lay with me for a bit you’ll go numb. Imagine how wonderful that will be? To just be cauterized to it all? Don’t you want to be done with this world? Don't you want to become an empty page? Don’t you want to be safe from people who do nothing but hurt you? I can give you all of that. Stop resisting me and everything will be okay.”

I shook my head again - this time a bit more forcefully. I curled up my legs tighter up against my body. I felt like a turtle hiding inside if its shell.

My Depression’s long pencil-like fingers stopped moving through my hair. It pressed its face up against mine. I could feel the worms move under its clammy cheek.

“Don’t you want to know the peace that comes from giving up?” My Depression asked me.

I broke my silence.

“Numbness and peace aren’t the same things,” I replied.

With that my Depression’s tone with me quickly changed. I could feel it grip my hair and try to pull it out from my roots.

“Listen to me you little failure.,” it wheezed. “You are nothing. You are broken. You are sick. You are only a disappointment to people. There is nothing you can do to get away from me. I will own you someday. You can’t stop me. This is a battle that you will never win. You will never be rid of me. You are stuck with me!”

As a fat daddy tear grooved its way down the bridge of my nose and I said with a trembling voice:

“I’m stuck with you?”

Depression lips formed a frown that nearly touched the bathroom floor.

“Yes...” it said.

“If that’s the case then maybe we should go get some tacos...I’m starving.”

My Depression let go of my scalp and slumped down on the floor next to me and sighed loudly.

After a few minutes of silence between us it spoke again.

“Chicken tacos?” Depression asked.

“Sure,” I said as I stood up. “I know how you love them.”

My depression and I went for an awkward lunch together. We didn’t say much to each other but at one point toward the end of our meal it asked me one last question for the day:

“Why won’t you just give up?”

I took a long sip from my straw and I replied with:

“I guess I’m just too curious about what comes next,” I replied.

My Depression nodded ever so slightly.

Subtle gestures like this were how the two of us usually communicate with each other.

~ john roedel (

{The National Suicide Prevention Line: 1-800-273-8255}

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Flawlessly put! The next stage, now that you are lunch buddies geometry dash breeze, is to figure out what your sadness is attempting to tell you.


Thank you for sharing the story about the cat. This is a quite meaningful story. doodle baseball


Pam Marsden
Pam Marsden
May 14, 2022


Beautifully said! Now that you are friends who go to lunch together the next step would be to learn what depression is trying to do for you.


Brittany Peterson
Brittany Peterson
Sep 14, 2021

I feel as though for the first time ever in my life, some one else has put into words exactly how I feel. I think today I just realized I do in fact have depression, I just didn't know what e to give that face. I hope in naming it accurately, I can finally make some progress that is more than mild curiosity of what comes next. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for sharing this.

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