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On the one hand,

I am a confident, 

vivacious person.

But sometimes, 

something takes over me,

an identity that 

feels foreign.

I can become

filled with rage 

or too depressed

to get out of bed.

I am consumed with 

chronic anxiety and

suicidal thoughts.

I forget who I am,

the happy girl I once was;

it becomes

a distant memory.

Then after a while,

the depression lifts

like a fog dissipating.

And my former self returns

like an old friend

unsure of what brought on

this dark period.