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.
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.