— rambles about my daily struggles with depression.

I turn away from the sunlight. I turn away from the morning, the noon, the evening, and night. I turn away from the faces of those I love and the enjoyment of things that once illuminated this darkness.

I wonder when this rental of skin and bones is due. I wonder when the blanket above the grave that is my bed will stir with the motivation to join the living and face the sun.

I wonder — - and I lay in darkness.