Midnight Thoughts

He stared at the Sheet of Paper. He named it that because it changed the way he viewed life. This piece of paper had a diagnosis. He stood there, paralyzed. He denied that he had this condition repeatedly, though inside, he knew that he had to accept it someday. Severe depression.

Alexander Murphy dragged himself to bed that night. He started to pen down his thought on an empty notebook. Soon, he found himself writing a diary. It became a habit.

He wanted to defeat his inner demons. He needed to. It was his dream to defeat this mental condition. Several relapses occurred, again and again. He started to lose hope again. He had to defeat depression.

Somehow. Someday.

DISCLAIMER:
Hi, all! Before we start, I'd like to say that I do not encourage suicide and self-harm.
I might be suicidal or engage in self-harm, but that does not mean that I encourage people to do it.