The depression hit like a rock. I didn't expect it and at first I didn't realize that it was there. Only this afternoon as I began wondering what in the heck was wrong with me did I realize that I am depressed.
Despite the fact that things to do with my dream are screaming along at an encouraging rate, I am shrouded in a deep dark depression. As much as I'd like to say that the walls I have in place are effective, this depression says otherwise.
I can't figure out what's going on here. Parts of me think I should have things under control and I have no reason to be depressed. Yet the depression is clearly weighing me down. There are even suicidal thoughts that slip through from time to time. That old familiar darkness is trying to make it's way back and take over.
It's been a long time since I've felt this way. It feels so foreign yet familiar at the same time. I can't help but wonder "who" is responsible for these feelings. All I know for sure there is a voice that greets the depression like it is an old friend.