Depression

The world is crashing down around me. The mental stress is causing pain to ripple through my tired body. There seems to be only one choice to have it all end and leave the darkness behind. But, that is not even a viable option because of the beautiful little girl sitting in the floor playing. She needs me. I begin to feel myself snap under all the pressure.

Tears sting my eyes as I begin to speak up. The words flow from my mouth as if I am not in control. Help is granted in the form of a little green pill. Soon the light begins to peek through the dark hole I am in. I start to return to myself once again. The person who loves life and all it has to offer. The person that fights and never gives up. Some days are easier than others. I still have days where the darkness tries to creep back in. Where I physically hurt with the mental instability.

I know I will never be "cured," and I am okay with it, for it is part of who I am. I am learning to fight once again. I am thankful daily for each and every day I have where the light is shining, and I am not sucked into the dark abyss my mind tries to pull me into.