Every morning when my eyes pop open and I see where I am, depression tries to take me. I pull out my sword to fight shoving my sword right through its heart killing it. It wants to take me into it's kingdom of pain and sorrow but I will not allow it to. My armour is thick and will stop it from penetrating my body and my soul. I still have a passion for life. I still desire.
Depression will not enter my kingdom. My kingdom is mine and I will not let you pass through my gates. I will fight you with cannons and arrows and alligators in the moat.
So keep riding "depression", ride through the forest and do not return.