I was stuck in a room that had no light, no windows, and no door; barley breathing. I was too tired to stand up and too afraid to search for a key to turn on the light; I didn't want to make a move. hopeless. worthless. sad. I though: "what's the point in turning on the light, if there's no door to escape from here?" That's why i stayed in that dark and horrible place.
-years pass-
I head a slight knock and thought: "why did I hear a knock if there's no door?" Then I realized that there was a door but it was just so dark that I couldn't see it. I jump to my feet and frantically search for that damn key. My head was spinning, my body sweating, and I felt like another person. It only took a faint knock for me to open my eyes. Hope, a simple sound.
When I finally found the key, I turn the lights on. At first my eyes hurt, they took a while until they got used to the permanent light, but when they did I saw a door. I wearily walked there, almost crawling because I felt so numb. As soon as I opened the door my beloved ones were there, smiling and cheering- "we knew you were going to make it. we are really glad your back."
This is what depression feels like.
