The truth is, you see, I’m not fine. What the world sees is a lie. A lie to help them cope. A lie to help me cope.
My lies serve me well. Sometimes. They hide the demons that fly under the radar to steal my mind.
I keep a careful watch. But, they come whether I want them to or not. I must be ever vigilant, to recognize them before they pounce. Their disguises vary with each encounter.
There is a sense, a feeling, that they are coming. Sometimes. Other times, they attack without warning.
I lose the will of pretending at times. I give in to them. They are stronger than I am. My resolve to smile and continue the lies wane. I will retreat to my little cave under the covers. If I sleep, I then find respite, a reprieve from the continual onslaught. The darkness of sleep is preferable to the darkness I am subjected to by the demons.
Then, miraculously, they’re gone. They’ve retreated back to where they came from; to the dark, dank recesses of my mind. Perhaps they are gathering forces to come again. Perhaps they are gone forever. I don’t know. I won’t know until they return, if they return.
For now, my days are brighter. I can look forward to tomorrow.
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
*This is a work of fiction, my friends. I am well and doing fine. I haven’t written about Depression in a while and wanted to do so.
*If you or someone you know needs help, Please TALK to someone. Please see more helpful resources on my Mental Health Help Page HERE.