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Centerpiece 12

I have often described my depression as slowly sinking in a thick black ocean. I try to be strong and tread water as long as I can, but without treatment, the blackness slowly swallows me. At some points in my life, I have sunk into the blackness so completely that I needed others to rescue me and pull me out. Recovery to me looks like taking care of my mental health (taking my medication, setting boundaries, meditation, asking for help, etc.) and recognizing when the blackness is starting to get deeper so I can take steps to stay afloat.

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