The Depression Monster showed up a few days ago. I haven’t bothered resisting this time. Resistance is futile. I’m not wasting any more energy fighting a battle that won’t end until I do. Bring on the devastating sadness that makes me weep until I’m exhausted. Go on and increase gravity until I can no longer hold up my head. Staple me to the floor, like you always do.
Take my appetite, my laughter, my desire. Tell me joy has fled for good. Remind me of the atrocities occurring throughout the world today, yesterday, and tomorrow. Prove to me I’m powerless to prevent suffering. Trace my blame in all that’s wrong with the world. Show me my overwhelming vulnerability. Sing The Rains of Castamere. Taunt me with logic, like you always do.
I’ll feel it all, and ache to the depths of my soul. Like I always do; until the chemical chaos ceases, and I finally fall into dreamless, exhausted sleep. Then eventually awaken to pick up the pieces and begin again. Until you return, like you always do.