It consumed me Depression has been a huge battle for me. I fight it every day. When ever someone asks me what it's like, it's hard to explain. I explained it the best I could.
Like a huge wave pulling down on me, it consumed me. Pulled me with all it's weight, including mine. I knew at this point that it was useless, that there was no point in fighting it. I carried on through the day, half there, gasping for air, but not really wanting it at the same time. I felt like a part of me was amputated somewhere along the way, but I was suppose to carry on like everything was normal, but no one could see what was missing in me. Every brush past me, ignored, unnoticed, made me sink even farther.
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