Everywhere I turn there's a brick wall.
In every direction closing around me.
I feel trapped.
I know there's this beautiful light world on the outside.
I can see it through the cracks every now and again.
But standing next to me is a black whirling mass of fear and hate and confusion. Threatening to devour me whole.
No matter how many times I try to climb my way over the wall.
I always fall back down.
The thing gets closer each time.
I fear my time is almost up.
My fingers are all bruised and bloody from the climbing.
I want to give up.
But sometimes some of the bricks disappear.
And the beautiful light shines in.
Scaring the beast away.
I get to bask in the light.
I'm happy and carefree and loving.
But it never lasts long.
The bricks come back filling up the gaps again.
Leaving only little cracks where the light shines through.
Like little beams of hope.
But the beast is back.
It distracts me.
I forget about the cracks of hope.
I curl up.
Not wanting to fight the beast anymore.
I will gladly let it sweep me away.
I'm so tired of fighting.
But as I lay there as the beast approaches.
I see them.
The little cracks in the wall.
The light shining through.
But do I want to fight?
This my friends is what depression feels like.
Depression is an eternal struggle with one's mind. When their thoughts and fear cloud their judgment. They aren't able to look at the bright side of things or at least not for very long.
People hear the the term depression and immediately they jump to conclusions.
That they must be suicidal.
But sometimes depression makes you stagnant . You stop doing the things you love.
You give up.
You go through life dragging your feet.
Hoping one day things will get better.
This is my daily struggle
