I was close.
I was so close to making it to shore.
I had gotten my head above water.
I could breathe.
God, I could breathe.
Fresh air felt so nice.
I felt so light, happy.
I knew there would be bad days but I thought I was finally free from this depression's grasp.
I could enjoy myself fully.
There wasn't anything holding me back.
I splashed in the waves that had knocked me down over and over again.
But good things don't last forever.
Good things apparently only last a month.
I felt myself sink a little a couple of nights ago but I was okay.
Now?
Now I can see the shadow of the wave coming for me.
I see it and I can do nothing.
I stare wide eyed.
Wide eyed as I'm pulled back under.
Holding my hand up.
Reaching up.
Up.
Up.
As I get pulled down.
Down.
Down.
