My dragons burrow deep and sleep the sleep of the evil. They lie in wait. They make sure I have my defenses down; that I am once again comfortable in my own skin.
My peripheral vision sees the shadow of these beasts occasionally as they melt into the background. I try as I might to catch them before they are loose, but they are too clever.
These dragons will creep into my room and sit at the foot of my bed, watching as I slumber. I have fooled them only once; feigning sleep as their foul breath assaults my senses. The stench of their evil is almost overwhelming.
I have awakened on many moonless nights, sure I would see them. My heart is in my throat as I sweep the room. I must be sure to catch them if they linger. All that lingers is the cold sweat that penetrates my gown and their stench. Sleep will elude me this night, for the dragons have already started their assault.
With the dawn, I greet the day with trepidation. How will the dragons manifest this time? Will I find myself once again in the dark? Will I be alone with my dragons, with nothing more than hope to see my way back into the light?
As I lock the front door and walk down the street, I can feel the dragons’ breath on my neck….
Amazing image found on Google Images. Credit to the wonderful artist that created it.
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*This piece was written about my struggle over the years with Depression. I’m in a good place these days, thank God. But my mind has been on the ongoing struggle that many have with Mental Illness. The Struggle IS Real. For Help and articles that I’ve compiled and written on the subject, please visit my Mental Health Help Page HERE.
Please also see my recent post, asking for your help with much needed resources, HERE. Thank you for joining me on this journey. ❤
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