Defeating Depression

It's hard to move along the dark road. There are no signs of lights insight. My skin feels numb. I'm in a place I can't seem to recall. There is nobody about. A dark hole is moving towards me. The wind is getting stronger. I'm trying to fight it but I'm not strong enough, it's pulling me closer. The debris is stronger than I. I'm seeing words around me, I feel like I'm suffocating. My breath is getting shorter. I feel as though these are my last breaths. The word fight springs to mind. I take the scissors in my mind and I cut the words up, allowing me to breathe. I'm close to the hole now, I'm stronger... I take a zip and zip up the hole forever. I'm not defeated.