BRITTON
VISUAL STORYTELLER

But... In time, I realised that all I had to do was not to get bogged down in the noise and clutter.

A word. A smile. Anything can give someone (in depression) hope. So much hope.

...Any white noise. Or bright lights. Any of that shit? No. None of that either. What the heck was going on there then?...

Being sick of my depressive mind and tired of monologues, I yelled at the universe. Not once. But... And then, I'm heard! Or at least, I...

I hope depression will go away on its own. Hope this shit will get better soon. Hope this sick fuck will leave me alone. Hope someone...

It's fucking dark out there and damn scary too. Please share the warmth of love and empathy.