I Battle Depression

Blended. Thoughts race. You can't think about the current thought without jumping to the next one. Your head spins. Your legs bounce up and down as you try to think of what to do next because you can't sit still, you tried. Everything and I mean EVERYTHING annoys you. Every sound, every whisper, is like nails on a chalkboard. She curls up in a ball on the hard floor because it is the only logical thing she can think of doing at the moment. Everything bothers her. Every touch is like acid on her skin. Burning into her soul. Every sound is like a knife slowly working its way into your eardrum. She rocks back and forth with her eyes closed trying to shut out the noise, trying to shut out the fog. She can't go back to sleep because she is wide awake even though she barely got a good nights sleep. Her body aches but she needs to keep moving....who knows how long this will last