I Battle Depression

The darkness in my brain is not something an ordinary person could handle. I barley manage every time, but here I am. Somehow.

I’m not depressed right now, but I feel like I’m looking at the darkness through a fence. It’s lurking in reach, but is waiting for the right moment.

In a way, it’s sexy flirting with the darkness like that. It’s a toxic relationship really. Who knew I’d be my own worst enemy?

Don’t tell me I can control it, that I need to exercise to get rid of it, that I’m over exaggerating. You have no idea unless you’ve experienced bipolar depression. It’s not something I can just change. It’s not a mindset. It’s a disease of the mind. One I wouldn’t wish on anybody...