Depression - You have been trying to fight us from so long, but all in vain. The condition is worsening day - by - day.

Anxiety - Henceforth we think you need medical help.

Me - What! No please leave me, I don't want others to know about this.

Anxiety - You will have to take help, otherwise you will be doomed into anxiety and depression.

Depression - And one day you might...

Me - one day I might??

Depression - One day you might lose your  life.(looks down in disappointment.)

Me - But what will society think about me.

Anxiety - The society doesn't care about you, and those who  care about you, don't judge you

Me - Ok fine! I will take help

Depression - That's great!!

© 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥

P.S. This is frictional