It’s no secret. I suffer from depression. I don’t know when it’s arriving and I don’t know when it’s leaving. It can stay for days, weeks or months. It can be gone equally as long. It’s a dark space in the corner of my mind, a black hole, an ugly monster. Sometimes it's raging. Sometimes it's calm. I can’t control it. I can’t overcome it. I grow weary of fighting it. The darkness takes over. The darkness owns me. I grasp and claw... trying to find my way out of the abyss. I scream and cry... trying to make sense of it all. Why does this happen? Will the darkness win in the end? It's a constant battle I try to hide. A constant battle to stay alive.
