When I am depressed I find it hard to talk about it for fear of appearing weak or self-pitying or, worst of all, boring. So I bottle it up and want to be alone. Trouble is, loneliness can get me down.
When I am lonely and depressed I choose the bottle for company. Trouble is, it gets me down when either I can’t afford to drink, or I can and I drink. Because at the end of the bottle I am still alone.