Why is depression so overwhelming?
It seems as if fighting it is useless but I don’t even know why it is there.
I didn’t go to bed with it but it lays with my head on the pillow and when I look at myself brushing my teeth.
The car journey to work automatic as my brain tells me stories of what I can do as it holds me captive as I cannot switch off.
It is so heavy, piggy backing me while I get my coffee and sit down at my desk.
Thank god I have my job to push these thoughts away.
Get off my back!