A Depression Story
So this is what happened last night.
I woke with a start. My cheeks felt wet.
Had l been crying in my sleep? I checked the time, three O'clock.Uh, l remember, l was crying just now. Like ten minutes ago. Sleep must have stolen me, but only for a little while, For depression won't let me rest these days.
I am tired, l am exhausted, l can feel it, but depression won't let me be. I sing, I try to think positive thoughts, think about love. I get off the bed, l kneel, l pray. I get back on the bed, I pray again, a long prayer but still no sleep. Finally l give up. I sit and cry, I ask Heavens to take my soul. I don't want to be the one to do it. I cry until there are no more tears.
Then l become breathless and I don't feel like myself anymore. I think l am going a little crazy, l can't go crazy now. I inhale and exhale slowly, to focus my mind.
Then through the curtains l saw it was dawn. I hurried to open the window, to have the cool morning air rush on my face, the early sun illuminate my eyes and my mind became still, l could only hear the sound of my breathing. At that moment, l prayed for a better day, for a happy today despite my depression. For when dusk comes, it reminds me of horrors waiting on me in the dark of night and the above just repeats itself again.