Depression Elephant
An Unwilling Confrontation
“What’s that?” Harold’s gaze fixed behind me.
“What’s what,” I feigned ignorance.
“That!” He pointed in determination. It rustled behind me, a wave of despair flooded me. I frantically grabbed Harold’s hand.
“Dude! Stop or you’ll wake It!” I yelled in a whisper. I attempted to push down the rising sea of sadness with deep breaths.
“It’s staring at me,” I choked back a sob as Harold’s words echoed in my head. A river of ice crawled up my skin. It was swallowing me whole.
Harold wrapped me in his arms and held me tight, “It’s okay, I’ve got you”.
About the Creator
Rosemary Kash
There’s a world inside my head. A world begging for existence. A world willing to break free from abstract thought and exist in the constructs of the written word.
That world is going to have to be patient.
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Comments (3)
Oh, I love how you did this so much! Very poignant, yet expressively beautiful. ❤️
This was a well written mini story. Thank you for sharing.
Choose your world of what you will or will not accept. They say an elephant never forgets. Remember: The strong arm of Divine Love can rescue and release us from all difficulties and help us to breathe fearlessly.