People often ask me what it feels like to be depressed.
I guess they want to know if they have ever experienced it themselves.
Depression is the pain behind my laughter.
The heartbreak behind my smile.
It’s a past I can’t run away from.
It’s a future I can’t fathom.
It’s a mountain that sits on my chest.
One I can’t move, one I can’t climb.
Its tears shed from a long dry spell, a flooding of my soul.
It’s the memories like a reflection telling me my life story.
It’s a whisper in my ear telling me life just isn’t worth living.
But its also hope, hope that I will forge your way out of the darkness.
It’s a battle, a test of strength willing me to survive.
I’ve fought this battle many times before and have come out on the other side.
The question I am asking myself constantly,
The question on the minds of those who love me,
Will I win again?