A small glimpse at what it can feel like to go through depression and anxiety

Daily tasks become harder.
He’s back again.
Draining me of all my energy.
The heartless Gremlin prevents me from moving forward.
Pressure on my chest increases.
Two hands press against me trying so hard to stop me from getting somewhere,
I become drained, weary.
By body tires of the pressure and stops resisting.
The pain eases but only slightly.
Hope is lost, he is still there.
The Gremlin takes pleasure in this.
He tucks me in a blanket of darkness.
He has won.
I am too tired to resist.
Tomorrow is another day, another fight.

Until Tomorrow….


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