I'm trapped. An endless pit of darkness. Nothing to pull me up. No one to help. Then he came along. I know who he is now. He's Depression. He used to be the figure that would follow me around. He would sink his claws into my shoulders. Then I met someone named Medication. Medication was nice and she protected me from Depression. Depression got angry that he couldn't watch over me. He sent his friends Self-Harm, Anxiety, Stress, and Relapse to mess with my head. Relapse and Self-Harm are hurtful, no one should trust them. Anxiety and Stress have always bothered me. None of them are fun. I work to get rid of them, just as I worked to escape Depression. Depression would hold me down. His burdens upon my shoulders; weight upon my back. I was chained to that one particular place. The same place. Every time he would bring me back.
each time
i dug myself
farther
and farther.
slowly straying
farther and farther
every time
i had no choice.
Depression wouldn't let me get out.
I still have scars.
Now Relapse is taking control of my brain. I don't like Relapse. But I'm ok. Don't worry, I can keep it in. My head won't explode.
Join me on my journey.
We can survive together.
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