I want to leave, permanently.
When reality has nothing beyond piles of housework and fighting children, their susceptible health worsened by the toxic temperament you seep with-
When a positive attitude is a mask, crafted by sugared substance and numbed emotions-
When the events you look forward to must, inevitably, include your offspring or some expensive caregiver-
When your soulmate shutters his heart against the pain of association, and says you are only darkness-
Only in the Mind of Depression is it logical to stand at the top-post railing of Life and contemplate the sweet possibility of permanently leaving.