Letters to the Demons Inside

Dear Depression by @musa52898

Dear, Depression

You have been by my side for the past 6 years. We have been through good and bad times. When the world felt like it was crashing down on me, you said that you were there for me, that you would protect me. You became my new world. I got used to your presence, and I got used to the lies because I never knew you were truly in disguise. I would try and venture out of the small box you put me in, and every time I heard your voice in the back of my mind saying that I would never fit in. The relationship that I thought I had under control had turned into a black hole taking everything good and beautiful out of my life. I tried to scream out for someone to notice me to help me, but they all ignored me. The more time I was with you I followed your rules and advise. The more I tried to ask those that ignored me to help me you said our relationship was permanent. You said I would only be free after death. So I tried, and I had the perfect time planned, but something inside said, "Don't you have to fight." I put down the knife and just cried. You had taken over my life, and I was no longer recognized. Years went past, and I forced myself to push on. I have had my good and bad days, and days I wanted to end it all, but that small voice telling me to stand strong is pushing me along. All these years I never knew your name, but I now know it as destroyer of lives, the one who brings me shame, and your official name depression. I am now not alone. I have been heard, and I have been invited into a community of people that are always there for me. I will have my good and bad days, and you will be waiting to pull me down, but I know that I am stronger than you. I WILL SURVIVE.