I opened my eyes reluctantly, hoping to hold on to my dreams a little longer.
While I slept I would roam the endless plains of North Dakota. Back to the freedom I once knew.
When I woke, I knew I would be returned to this nameless hellhole. My whole world was everything a 60 watt bulb could illuminate. My freedom, restricted by a chain link fence hooked up to a row of car batteries.
A pure darkness laid at the periphery of everything in my existence. Occasionally I could hear water dripping, but I tried not to fall into its hypnotic rhythm. Lest I slip into madness.
I never found out who had trapped me here, how it had happened, or why.
The only escape was to make it disappear. I tried- Forced myself to sleep.
REAL TALK–
Depression is something I struggle with. Sometimes when I am content a voice from inside tries to convince me that it is just a dream, and I am destined to wake up to the reality that all the hope in the world was never real to begin with. I know that’s not true- but I can’t seem to escape it sometimes. The battle, at least for me is to remember that depression is the dream. It’s not real. And at some point I will wake up.
Im glad you are writing. It does help.
hope that 2019 is a more light less dark!!!
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Writing definitely helps, it’s nice to have an outlet. Thank you for your kind words 🙂
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Beat that daemon with a baseball bat. I can often feel it sulking about in the dark corners.
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I’m sorry, it sucks to have it constantly around the corner. I’ll be sure to have that baseball bat handy! Make sure you have yours too
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