Depression Again

Sitting her alone, once again.  He can't handle my depression.  So here I sit drowning in this feeling of low self esteem and self loathing.  There is no future for me.  I'm like a feather drifting through the air, wondering where I will land.   The headaches are back along with the depression.  Depression always brings along friends to help with the tormenting.  If it is not enough that I feeling like dieing, my parents are coming over tomorrow.  Time to grab the face paint and draw a smile on myself.  Hope Mom stays out of my room this time and stop going through my things while I'm at work.  She always knows when the depression bug is on me.  Fortunately, she doesn't mock me any more about it since I told her my therapist said my depression has something to do with my childhood.  Man, did that shut her up! Why doesn't God make me well?  Why doesn't His hand just sweep over all that is troubling me and make me well again.  How I long to be right again.  How I long to not hurt anymore.