A diagnosis

A burdensome weighted blanket lays upon me

I cannot escape it

Lovely little pills to cope

But wait

" it's all in your head" they say

" you can get over it" they say

How could they know?

It comes in various shapes and sizes but in the end is always darkness

I fight with everything in my being but always fall flat on my ass

Could it be true?

Doctors poke and prod at me until finally they say

"You have depression."

A diagnosis

A freeing moment

I have depression