And I was back into that dark abysmal place where I found comfort. Depression usually envelops someone, while I almost find it to be familiar. I hated that I could be so used to a disease. It was almost like my form of addiction.
Hello, old friend.
I had come to know depression throughout my 22 years of life. She snuck up on me when I was just 10 years old in the form of severe panic attacks. Who knew that someone so young could experience the pain of feeling like a burden, feeling lost and confused, feeling alone.
I laid in bed, eyes closed, enjoying the darkness while I could. My breathing was deep and even, my coping skill I learned in therapy. Despite the peacefulness of this moment, I knew it was going to be a bad day.
I felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest.
At this point, though, I knew how to handle it.
Thanks, depression.
