The Black Dog That is Depression!
Overcoming Depression
Today I woke in a pit of despair my life was disintegrating in front of me.
I feel a sense of foreboding, how do I get through this deep dark tunnel?
The black dog, the black hole they are all such hopeless words
Yet this is how I feel. I stand in a crowd the loneliness envelops me.
Everyone seems happy or are some of them like me masking?
Just to make others feel good.
People say you will get over it. You're just having a bad day.
If only it were that simple.
I try to snap out of it but the more I try to do this
The more I feel myself slipping away into oblivion.
I awake each day trying to feel like the old me
But the darkness returns with the light of the day.
The only time I am alright is at night when asleep
I can escape into another world where things seem brighter
But the hours quickly slip by and another day dawns.
Life is passing me by, yet I am powerless in my melancholy.
I just want to feel normal again, to smell the flowers
And to feel that there is hope!
I hide away in my room head in a book or staring into space.
I can't go on like this, I am falling faster and faster
Into that great abyss, never to return.
But how? What can I do? Who will help me?
Is there anyone out there? Can you help me?
Finally, I need to get help, and I will!
Alexis Mundy
About the Creator
Alexis Mundy
I am originally from the UK. Now living in New Zealand. My life so far has been a rollercoaster. I have children with special needs, lost my previous husband in 2008 and in 2021 my son Andrew died. Writing has and is cathartic for me!
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
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Oh my Dear, I am so sorry, you are having troubles. Sit outside with the kiddies and look at nature until you can find someone to help you come up out of this depression! I'm sorry about your husband and son. It sounds like a lot. Writing helps you, but you need more.❣️🙏
All the best for you, you’re doing great