I Succumb to the Roaring Monster
a snippet on depression
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1 min readMay 10, 2014
I am barely staying afloat. I am treading the waters, violently thrashing and fighting the waves, which show no mercy. Every time I try to get back up, the malevolent ocean — its vastness, its greatness — sweep me up and push me back down. I succumb to the roaring monster, sinking, drowning, dying.