Personal Piece- Contains upsetting material - Just another day in the life...
I wrote this a while ago, before I got better, but recently I've found myself to be relating to it more and more. Give it a read and tell me what you think.
Nighttime. When the snares of depression are the tightest. Anger, hate, and bitter sadness envelope you like the stark blackness blanketing your room. You're trapped, left alone to the mercy of your consciousness. Amid the tears, fatigue slips weights onto your eyelids. "At last" you think, your consciousness slowly ebbing away from you, "relief in the form of slumber." But no, not even sleep can free you, for your own demons haunt you in your dreams. You awake to your alarm, clammy and shaking, only to slide on the mask of contentment once again. Your reflection peers back at you, the purple hue under your eyes appearing darker and your shoulders sagging in sorry defeat as you paint on the mask. You stroll down the hallway, doing your best to walk like your feet aren't the lead weights they feel like. A peppy voice calls your name, and you turn to see your friend bounding towards you. You feel your lips curl into that wretched grin in greeting. And so, it begins.