I’ve been struggling with depression, anxiety and PTSD for way too long (over 2 decades). I’m finally living in a safe place and I’m able to deal with my anxiety and PTSD better, but it rains all the time here. Rain is counted in feet not inches. Today is a rare sunny day and I’m hiding in the basement alone. I’m supposed to be out there enjoying it like everyone else, but I can’t even bring myself to get dressed, never mind a shower. I have no friends, nowhere to go and nothing to do. Each time I look out and see the sun, my cloud gets darker. So I will stay in my dungeon, hiding from the world until this depression kills me.  I just hope it’s soon.