On Depression
Depression. It is a strange creature. It can attack anyone, but does not attack all them same way. It kills some, and makes others stronger. The darkness is the mouth of the beast, it snuffs our nearly all the light and tears at the heart and body of its victim. If a victim lives long enough in the darkness of depressions maw it hurts to see the light shining in from behind its teeth. It only sinks you deeper into its throat until there is little hope.
Emptiness. A hole exists in the victims heart, soul, or life. Like a leak in a vain pumping emotions that either run either bleed out, or not at all. A leak that must be fixed like any other wound of the flesh or mind.
Broken. Self loathing and self injury are common symptoms in victims. This most commonly is translated to be a call out for help. Look at my scars I am bleeding out my pain. Some want to be fixed, some are scared to be. They hide their scars external or internal. They hide from the fact they they are being eaten alive even from themselves.
Distractions. They are common, but vary among victims, and only hide the victim from the truth. They are in the dark, and as much as they may feel so, they are not alone. The only way out is to free oneself from the fearsome maw and see the light they they have forgotten. For some a dear friend is the answer, others counseling, expression, medication. The are even more solutions than those I have listed, but for some, there is not foreseeable answer which only leads to destruction.
Death. The wish of many suffering as they are devoured by depression. For when you are being eaten alive by a creature is it easier to fight or let go? Some "faint" and shut down as muscles pull them down deeper, and deeper. Others try to fight it only quickening their demise, or in other cases freeing themselves. Why must some make it out alive and others parish. To some it is the circle of life, others injustice.
Me. I am and for a long time have been a victim of depressions repeated attacks. I have seen other suffer around me, but not like I do. This makes me alone inside. "Nobody understands" my minds says "Nobody cares", but I do not listen and do my best to prove it wrong. All around me are lights, happy moments, thoughts, dreams, and people. I find it hard sometimes to look at them, but sometimes they give me the strengths to fight on. I have tried many things and am still looking for my way of escape. I look forward to the day I can reach out not just feel the light of day, but cherish it once again.
Fight On! Do not mistake my dark view on depression as a reason to give up your fight, it's the reason I fight. I do not wish to curl up in this mouth forever seeing only darkness. Thank you for reading this, and if you are one of my lights or someone else's light please shine on, hold out your hand and do the best you can to help them find THEIR answer.