Depression is a monster that no one seems to understand.
He creeps into your mind whenever he deems necessary.
You lay in bed at night, engulfed in thoughts, yearning for just one tidbit of sleep.
That’s when he slips in right beside you.
He stares back at you with a menacing grin, knowing that you have absolutely no way of escaping.
You feel powerless, lost, alone, and worthless. You want to fight back with all your might, but he knows that overpowering you is just too easy.
That’s when you realize that there’s only one option left for you, that is, let him take over.

He hands you a shovel and you start digging.
A deep dark abyss into nothingness.
A place where no one can hear your cries.
A place where no one else dwells, you’re just there, all alone.
He feeds you with thoughts that you’re engrained to accept.
You’re worthless.
You’re unlovable.
You’re destined for nothing but failure and misery.
You stare back at him, weak and tired.
Your eyes tell a story of hopelessness and plea. ‘Why me,’ you ask, so faintly and numb.
But again, he just looks back at you with a dark and feverish stare.
You know better than to ask questions.

Days come and go.
Yesterday the same as today, likely to be a do over again tomorrow.
You dream of something memorable.
Someone or something to rescue you from this hopeless fate.
A hand to reach out, grasp yours so firmly, with promise to never lose grip.
A weak smile emerges from your lips.
A slight glistening in your bright blue eyes. Maybe the day has come.
The day you have always dreamed of.
The day of escape. The day of freedom.
Oh silly you.
The monster doesn’t give up so easily.
Here he comes, returning once again.
You may slip by for hours, days, maybe even weeks.
But swiftly he emerges right back by your side. There’s one thing that you know that will always remain true.
The monster will never lose control of you.