Prose: Darkness

Today, depression hit like a punch in my gut. Hard. Unexpected. Left out of breath and unable to move. The feeling of nothing slowly returns. I don’t eat for hours. I don’t get out of bed for hours. I lay there in the dark for hours wide awake. I don’t sleep. My soul is tired. The darkness I see exists within my soul and somehow I find that comforting.

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