The weight of his mental load pushed him into the ground again. He did not see this bout coming. Leaden feet had him walking as if wading in mud. Surrounding people are behind glass screens, unreachable, he is unable to interact. The world in shades of gray. He carries on with his daily routine without energy or desire. Observers unaware of the mental dis-ease. He didn’t feel worthless, he was worthless. Empty, guilty, and shameful, of what he is not certain. Sleep is the only escape for this depressed soul. Richard wished he had died in his sleep.