A personification of Clinical Depression, describing what it can be like to suffer with this dreadful and misunderstood illness. I hope my words bring greater awareness.
It is as if an evil Trickster, who’s possessed of sinister stealth, whilst you’re not aware, slips into your mind to slowly steal away your mental health, until you just don’t care.
He smothers you from behind with a blanket so dark and thick you cannot clearly see him plant his collection of dark thoughts and images that stick, yourself no longer free.
All that once sparked your passion and interest is suddenly taken, nothing has any reason, your heart now cold marble, tragedy and fright leave you unshaken, there’s only one season.
It is a puzzle to you, the worry and concern felt by those who care, as you try to explain you feel fine, that you’re happy to sit and stare through the window at the falling the rain.
It hurts the most when you remember the person you once were, hating the pathetic wretch that you feel you have become, that your mind now seems to prefer, and often tries to fetch.
Whether you are enjoying life or if your life is suddenly stalling, in this or any other land, in the dark drifting mist the Trickster can always come calling, dark blanket in his hand.