I can has hugs?

Still feeling quite depressed. I'm sleeping a lot to avoid "bad thoughts". Cliff has confiscated my Klonopin so I don't "do anything stupid."

I hate crying as much as I have been here lately. I feel like a hosepipe.

Cliff thinks I need to work up another healing ritual for myself. I don't disagree, I'm just not sure what it would look like.

My prayers to the Deity here lately have been a real hodgepodge of wishing this life would end and wishing I could find a way out of my pain and depression.

I'm trying to hang on; I really am, but it's hard. It seems like the depression is an entity unto itself and it can overwhelm me whenever it likes.