Deep deep depression

A letter to Depression

Deep deep depression

 

 

Deep deep depression,

How is it so,

When one wakes,

They struggle to get the drive to go?

To balance the eating becomes a mountainous and unrealistic feat?

But you chase appetite away,

Or serve an urge to scoff.

 

And what about sleep?

You don't give an inch,

Not even a peep.

Then you keep eyes open?

Any chance of a doze,

Lost.

 

Regardless exhaustion follows.

Aspirations,

Dissipated or broken,

Plummeting,

What appears to be the bottom,

Unsurprisingly,

You manage to find another level.

A basement,

No longer repressed or forgotten.

 

Getting intimate,

Usually victory,

But these days,

End in a resounding, 

Demoralising defeat.

You hide not only the bed and tools,

But every damn sheet.

Wallowing in the frost of disappointment

Made worse by the consoling,

And normalising acknowledgement.

Deep deep depression.

Author's Note

A letter as if written by some of those experiencing severe depression, to ask the questions relating to their symptoms.

From 'The Depression Collection'