Can you see it? I hope not-because I work hard to mask it when it reads its’ destructive head. It’s Christmas and I have to wear a mask. Satan is a thief. He may be able to steal my happiness right now-but I won’t let him steal theirs. I love you, my family. I hope you never have to feel this for yourself. Thank you for enduring the days with me, while I do. God is my rock and my strong tower. He covers me with his wings. I know he always will. He is my HOPE and he is my JOY. I share this, so you will always know I warred for you. Fought this silent battle hard. Hopefully I can finish the race strong. *update Depression is a polarizing calamity. It seals of the sufferer and puts them in a tiny dark box. They cannot see what or whom is on the outside of that box. If you’re there and you’re trying to get it, I can’t see you. It is Satan manipulating body, chemicals, emotions, perceptions, feelings. You become a victim but can’t see the many other victims on the out...