Depression Boulevard

What depression is like for me.

"Alone in the frigid, penetrating cold temperatures of the late winter evening

I slowly wander down the dark, eerie boulevard that is covered in fog

Worn down and abandoned buildings surround me on either side

As if resembling mirrors and reflecting the person I have become

I am empty

I have been abandoned

I am worn down and exhausted

A sharp, chilling wind stings my eyes and causes my body to shiver

The only clothing I have on to protect my body from the piercing cold are shorts and a tank-top

I rub my hands over my arms to build up a warm friction but it lasts only a mere second

Leaving me once again trembling and shuddering, and my teeth clattering madly

Far ahead I see a dim light, barely visible through the thick misty fog

I feel myself smile, something I thought I no longer had the ability to do

But that light brings me hope, it is a reminder that darkness is not all that there is

A reminder that I do not have to remain in the dark for all eternity

But in the same instant that it appeared, the light that holds my hope vanishes

And once again darkness is both my best friend and my worst enemy

In fact, it is darker than before and the wintry, frigid air has left me completely numb, void of all feeling."

~Darci Jordan

Reviews

[wordman]

sounds like a bad place to be stuck in