Maybe Once Upon a Time

No, I won’t open my eyes. As long as they are closed the day, the struggles, the issues do not exist. Allow me to stay here, curled up in my corner, trying to hide from the pain that lurks within me. Sleep is the closest to death there is. So let me sleep. Let me hide. Let me be.

But no. Comes the knock on the door and the turning of the knob. There is no lock, no way to prevent the morning intrusion.

NO! NO! NO! Let me stay hidden! Let me stay in the dark where everything pretends to be numb and I pretend not to feel. My pleas go unheeded and again I am forced to face the day, the treatments and the talking, talking, talking. Happily ever after? Maybe once upon a time.

Maybe Once Upon a Time

Karirose

Joined February 2008

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Artist's Description

The deep depressions have many times found me huddled in a corner, figuratively as well as literally, or hiding under the covers. For me, the knock on the door is facing the day that demands my attention no matter my mental state. It has been only about 3 months since my last depression.

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depression

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