That Which is Inside of Me

I looked down at my feet; I could not move them; it was if they were nailed to the ground. My chest was hurting so much as if a hundred pound bolder had fallen on me.

I wanted to cry and scream out at the same time, but my mouth seemed to be stitched shut like a mummies mouth; I was crying deep down inside but nothing would come out; it was if my tear ducts had all dried up like a dried up river bed that led to a dam.

Try as hard as I could I could not force these feelings to leave, they seemed to have a mind of there own. I thought if I could not win this then who would I become?; maybe a faceless face without a body of my own.

Finally the dissipation of this evil feeling started to leave so I moved swiftly to my room, closed the door and fell on my bed as if I still had that bolder stuck to my chest.

This is true depression, not sadness, and sometimes there is nothing you can do better than this. Just be thankful that it didn't consume you or turn you into a faceless face without a body of its own.

I am still here and feeling strong. I know this is not me, this is something that thinks it's me, but it is a chemical imbalance that can be defeated or controlled; like I said I am still here.