It was a scary feeling…she didn’t want to get out of bed… she didn’t want the day to start…or rather she couldn’t, AGAIN… This feeling was not new to her…
Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling..it was like she was having a free fall. She could not help but think of the time when this sorrow had become her only friend… when it took her years to accept it and more importantly publicly acknowledge her “condition”… Yeah, that’s what they called it.. How she spent days, nights and years grappling with her own demons… the ones that would hide at the faintest sound of another person.. they made it all the more difficult for people to see her pain… “But you look just fine!”, “What’s there for you to worry about?! you have a job, friends and good life!”, they would remark… She was truly alone in this battle..against herself..
When she finally thought that she had won or at least heard the forces retreat, here it was…back again…to immerse her in their dark world, where her voices couldn’t be heard…where once again she would be trapped…But this time, she was better prepared.. she would not let them have her..after all what anti-depressants couldn’t do, her razor blade could!
This is in response to the daily post “Immerse”