[ WP ] the voice of your internal monologue is actually the voice of your soulmate .

I've battled depression for as long as I can remember. Manic depression would probably be more accurate, I guess. It's like my brain is equally divided in how it wants to respond to different situations. Bad days at school? Side A says, *life sucks... * but Side B says *tomorrow will be better! * My dog died? A says *Everything I love will fade away, * but B says, *I'll always be here. * 
 
 When I was young I would dream that Side B had a face that was n't mine. I could never remember it when I woke up, just the eyes. Beautiful deep green eyes that I could happily drown in. 
 
 As I aged, I got bitter towards the other voice. I would scream in my head for hours that I wanted it to go away. Then I would cry when it was silent. Once it was quiet for so long I thought I had killed it. I felt such a profound loneliness that I honestly considered taking my own life. I had written a note and everything. Then I drove out to the old train tressle that spanned the river just outside of town. 
 
 As I stood at the edge staring down into the turbulent water, years streaming down my face, it whispered, *Please do n't... * 
 
 I did n't. 
 
 I saw a therapist about my depression. Got on Lexapro. Managed myself. Put in the effort to find something good in life. 
 
 Then yesterday it happened. I walked into my favorite coffee shop and sat at my favorite bench to watch my favorite little corner of the world. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a face sit in the bench next to me. I smiled politely as I made eye contact. Deep piercing green. Side A says, *Are you? * and Side B replied, `` You're so beautiful.''
