Depression:
It has many meanings. It is blind to race, religion, gender, sexuality, age…. It never ceases to surprise with how hard it can punch a person in the gut and render them paralyzed.
My depression comes and goes, it can last days, weeks, or even months. It gets better and deceives me into believing it has gone forever. So I let my guard down and relax and try to enjoy the happiness… but I’m always wrong. I’m so filled with paranoia now; I never let my guard down. It will always lurk there, in the corner, eerily glaring at me, making my skin crawl and bones shiver. A poltergeist in the cavernous home of my body, but more importantly my mind.
That constant fear of it, awaiting it’s return every time it falsely bids me goodbye, has caused me to welcome its return more than anything. I’m so comfortable in its arms as it wraps itself around me and whispers ‘honey I’m home’ into my ear and once again poisons my mind. I don’t have to fear the fall if I’m already standing in the dark pit at the bottom right?
Raving and Ravenous 