Depression

Something has been following you for as long as you can remember. And it is closing in on you. Fast. You try to run faster. Searching for a safer place. A place to hide. Anything can be better than this. This constant struggle to evade that monster and his talons that you know will tear you apart once they get a grip. 

Some things you just know. And some things you don’t.

You notice eyes all around you; little pin-points of red, staring at you out of this darkness. You see them everywhere. They seem to be angry with you. Why are they angry? Did you do something wrong? You must have, since they seem so angry. You feel guilty. Helpless. And slowly, one amongst them. They urge you to stop running. They want you to lay down with them. You relax.

You realize that it is getting darker and darker. The more you run, the worse it gets. But what are those lights? A bunch of twinkling little stars away in that corner. You steer towards them. You need to get to them before Something gets to you. But your feet feel heavy. Running isn’t as easy as it seems. Especially with those eyes encouraging you to give up.

But you glance at those lights again. Somehow, they give you hope. They rejuvenate you. You feel that once you reach that place, everything will get better. All you need is faith.

You force your feet to move faster. You try and force this darkness out of your way. Your eyes are stuck to those lights which seem to be coming closer at an alarming rate (or are you running that much faster?). You can feel the distance between you and Something widening.

And suddenly you are amidst the light. It is all around you. It is within you. You feel life. Everything is as it should be. You see things as they actually are.

You have left the circus, to walk amongst peasants again.

However, you know Something is always there, waiting for you. This light does not let you feel afraid. It gives you strength. And you know, now you can fight forever.