It comes out of the blue bringing with it Darkness and dread; I hoped it would stop, give me some reprieve.
I've given enough. I've given everything.
When it comes, it arrives like a quiet Alabama storm, I can only huddle like a small child.
I am afraid of this darkness, terrified of what it can bring, the thoughts it has brought with it before.
But It never comes alone.
Depression always brings friends, its posse; Hopelessness, Unworthiness, and Dread. They stand patiently as the table is being set. Quietly, they take their seat ready for tea time as they sip on my emotions and dine on my sanity leaving behind only scraps.
Desperately, I fumble around stitching pieces together striving to find enough of myself to use. I don't need much and I go about my day pretending that I am whole.
That I'm okay.
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