Depression is looming its ugly head again as it does in the Fall and Winter. I feel like a passage from Poe or some dark and dreery description of a mansion in a horror movie. Negativity begins to permeate my life.
How can a person stay active when depression pulls them down like a heavy demonic weight? The spirit is strangled, the soul is in check mate. My mind aches for a cool summer evening and powerful full moon. Energy is gone and motivation and goals are spatted flat to the ground. I hate it!
I would rather be in a fight for my life with a savage animals with claws and teeth the size of bolders. I would rather have my mind clouded by an exotic lixar than this black horror. My mind is blacken and left unclear like a grey cloud.
I push forward for completion of something everyday. I do try. But I would rather tumble into a cocoon of some warm comforter and a good book than get out of it and try to accomplish any given thing. My heart and soul just isn't in it.