Depression is my life-long best friend. It is currently wrapping around me like a warm blanket making me want to stay in bed and hold it tightly. Life continues to go on but I cannot find the energy to care. My husband never understands; he gets angry when I retreat inside my head. I try to explain that I cannot stop it; I don’t want to be this way, but he doesn’t get it. I don’t think he ever will.
Why does it have to be like this? Will I aways be tormented with the darkness that descends without warning? I fight it as long as I can, but it gets too hard and I just let go. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Maybe tomorrow I will want to get out of bed and see the sun that I love. Maybe tomorrow I will feel like me again. Maybe tomorrow I can live.