Depression

Fear resides within me. Forever present within me is the dreaded sinking sensation in the pit of one's stomach, too often triggered by the generation of tension in everyday situations.  Trembling is to me just as natural as breathing. My mind itself suffers constant convulsions; waves of pain flow throughout my body as my  brain writhes in torment. Mental? No. This phenomenon is far to intense to be of emotional magnitude. Physical? Doubtful. All physical affliction can be traced back to a tangible origin. Spiritual? Perhaps. It does so feel as though my existence is being painstakingly drained by an unknown entity; no, quite the contrary; a familiar friend. This particular acquaintance was not introduced to me during the wasteful hours of playing in the sands of my childhood. Neither has this neighbor become known as a result of my past experiences at school. Rather, this parasitic companion of mine has always been a part of me. From birth to my highly anticipated death, this consort has always been there for me; when no one else was. Her name is depression. She is never lonely, depression always has me by her side. Though painful and deadly, depression is not contagious. She cannot spread from person to person, for once she finds you, she never leaves. Even when days are bright and the sky is clear, always remember; she has not forgotten you. Depression never forgets. So incontractable yet fatal, she is a silent killer, yes, for depression is cancer of the soul.