Last night I had a dream that everyone I knew was a simulacrum. I knew that their insides were nothing but sentient liquid but I had to pretend not to be scared. I escaped on a train to the country where I floated in a river, surrounded by ravenous crocodiles. I made my limbs go heavy so I could sink to the bottom because I knew if I pretended to be a stone the crocodiles would ignore me. I sank and sank and sank until I surfaced in consciousness.
I awoke to the greyness of my room, the light never changes in here. I almost wished I were still a stone, sinking in that river. There are heaps of laundry on my floor, my bed is a nest of books I barely have the energy to skim, papers of haphazard notes, and kleenex boxes, but I just want to stay here, cocooned from the world.
Depression. It leaves you at once empty and too full of emotions. For weeks I’ve been standing at the edge of a precipice, knowing if I take one step in the wrong direction I will tumble off, into a darkness so thick it fills your nose and lungs until you cannot breathe. And I’m scared. I’m really scared. I’ve battled depression for as long as I can remember and every time I find myself in this space, I wonder if I will ever find my way out. There is a chasm that opens in my chest, a black hole that slowly pulls me in, turning my spirit into dust.
I apologize for the bleakness of this post. There is a large part of me that feels embarrassed and ashamed whenever I’m depressed. I think that my friends will leave me because I am a downer, that whoever I’m dating at the the time, if anyone, will decide I’m crazy and toss me, I think that my mother will call me with the kind of worry in her voice that makes me so sorry that I cant be just a happy, normal daughter to her. I guess I just wanted to write this as a way to purge some of the darkness that is plaguing me because I have so much trouble just talking about how I feel. So there it is. I’m scared, and I feel alone, and I don’t know how to deal with the world right now. I can’t eat right, I can’t sleep right, I can’t say the right words, and sometimes I wish I didn’t exist but I’m here, and I’m surviving, and I feel love so maybe I’ll win this battle . . .