My alarm goes off at eight a.m.. I open my eyes to the same four walls. I dismiss the alarm, roll over, and fall back asleep. By ten a.m. my body aches from intentional lack of movement. I wanted to stay under the covers until that seemed worse than getting out of bed. I roll over and my dog is the only one who is happy I'm awake. I look at his sweet face and put on my shoes. He wants to go to the park, I don't, but I take him anyways. It's not his fault I'm always so tired.

I go to work and everything is in slow motion on the way there. The city is bustling and everyone is hustling, but the only thing I want to hurry towards is being back in the silence of my home. I watch the cars pass by and stare up at the building and think to myself "your day has only just begun, keep it together." The definition of together is a smile, no matter how forced, and my take care of elderly people voice.

I showered today. I brushed my teeth. I'm not saying those things because I want a medal. I'm saying them because those two simple tasks seem like climbing a mounatin when you barely have the energy to look in the mirror.

Depression is a wave which I have not let learned to ride. I've been stuck under it for most of my life, and only here and there have I managed to catch a deep enough breath of fresh air to keep swimming.

@Dream.