The worst part of depression isn’t being depressed. It’s knowing that there’s a breaking point in the horizon and there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s come to the point where I’ve reverted to childhood defense mechanisms. Quirks that I’ve locked away deep inside of me to appear “normal” on the surface. Things I haven’t thought about doing in over ten years are now surfacing in this preparation for the worst. Thing is, even though I’ve been this way for the majority of my life, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to the point where it scares and worries me. The rule of thumb is you know you’re not crazy if you’re wondering if you’re crazy. Crazy people don’t know they’re crazy –…