Dearest Friend,
I feel I am at the end of my rope. I try and I try and I try to tie knot after knot in this rope, attempting to cling to it as best I can, but I just keep slipping. Every time I tie one I feel as if this could be the one to stop me from falling, but, in reality, they're becoming more and more insignificant. And so I fall. Freely and hopelessly falling.
Every day i feel more and more drained, as if I've got something attached to me, sucking the life out of me. That would be too simple. I wish i could just pull it off or out or disconnect it to me. As if depression is a machine to simply be turned off or detached.
All the things I love about myself are beginning to fade. I can feel them leaving my mind. It's like they're being stolen from me by a robber in the night even though they are solely valuable to my own being. This happens often. It's been good for awhile, but here lately I can feel it coming back. If depression were a person, they'd be kicking in my doors and crashing through all my windows. There's simply no escape.
"I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times." - Virginia Woolf
