IN A ROOM

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I forget how depression feels sometimes.  That’s dangerous.  To forget isn’t an option.  I have to remind myself how sneaky and insidious it is.  I must remember what it felt like to be its prisoner.  Depression as a room and me held captive against my will.  I am so grateful to have escaped this room… I don’t ever want to stop being grateful.

I was…

The lamp

Flickering

Shining

Buzzing

The table

Flimsy

Swaying

Silent

The chair

Splintering

Imprisoning

Creaking

The fan

Swishing

Cutting

Screaming

I was…

The person

Fracturing

Alone

Broken