It comes and goes in waves.
Suffocating darkness shrouds and turns minds into caves.
When it hits, it hits hard.
Like the strongest gale sweeping away a flimsy house made of cards.
It weighs you down.
Like bricks weighing pounds and pounds.
It keeps you from enjoying the goods things in life. And it can make people want to end it all, leaving ole Grimm with a troubled soul and his scythe.
It's called depression. But don't ever let it be a limitation. And if it ever gets too hard, get help and find salvation.
