What is depression?
Depression is a monster. It claws at you and tears you to bits. It takes away anything pleasant you have in your life and leaves you with a constant feeling of despair. And eventually, when it has taken all that you are and you are nothing, it still rips you apart. It’s a monster, depression is. And the worst part, is even though it is ripping you to smitherines, you can’t live without it. It becomes your home and you become so used to the feeling of slowly dying. Depression is a teacher. It teaches you how to roll a curtain over the fatal wounds. It teaches you how to plaster a smile on your face while despondency blankets every corner of your body and mind. It beats you into obedience until your cowering in the corner and have no other option but to let it take over. A cruel teacher, depression is. It never stops its lectures and even though you beg to leave the classroom, it locks the doors and never lets you go.
I have become free of depression, its tyranny over. But now I hear it knocking on the door, its raps becoming harder and harder and more constant never leaving my head with its eagerness to re-enter my mind. I long to never hear those knocks again. But even though I am free, it always continues to try and tear the door to pieces and force itself back into me. But I am strong. And even when I am weak, I am not alone. And depression is not strong enough to overcome two.