I think of my depression as a shapeshifter. Some days it's as tiny as a pebble, I almost believe it's not there and other days it is as big as a boulder. It holds me hostage inside my head. It reminds me of the greek myth where a man was sentenced to roll a boulder up a hill for eternity and as soon as he came close to the top it would roll back down again. As soon as I begin to feel close to even being a percentage of the person I was I go back to seeing a stranger every time I see myself in the mirror. Who are you? What have you done with me? I am now a watered down version of myself, I don't know how I ended up here or where it all started, all I know now is that I don't feel happiness as I once did. It is just fleeting moments of what feels like pure bliss that I experience once in a blue moon and desperately try to cling to. That great rare blissful feeling always escapes my grasp as I start to think it will last awhile. Then I am left once again in the darkness with intrusive thoughts as my only companion. Emotions are such a fickle thing one moment you are happy the next you find yourself crippled by sadness. I guess that is what depression will do to you. It will tear you apart bit by bit, piece by piece if you let it but, you can't let it. You have to keep fighting. It's hard to get out of bed every morning, to eat, to socialize or to even find the interest or motivation to do anything. You are still here fighting the fight and I am so proud of you and I hope you don't ever give up. I know the light at the end of the tunnel may seem very faint and distant but it is there and you can't stop until you reach there.

-Anonymous