I haven’t been in that place for years, decades even. The “everything, always” was the feeling when the days were the darkest and I was pretty much a recluse in my apartment.

Luckily it didn’t last for too many weeks and I got a lot better. Of course I did mistakes in my past, but when I think about how absurdly distorted view of the past events I had in my mind it reminds me of how the depression can really fuck a person up.