Depression Is Like Fighting Some Kind of Artificial Intelligence of My Psyche

For me, and I've always stated to myself and to my shrink that my depression is oftentimes like fighting some kind of invasive artificial intelligence of my psyche. After a 15 year plus battle of it, it is incredibly complex organism that is smarter than I am half the time. And sometimes I don't even realize I am in a state of depression because it's gotten so clever as to how I can even recognize it. It's constantly morphing. It is evolving. Every day is the battle. And every day about five minutes of some fucking of the most awful thoughts that I have. And I have to fight that every day.