I feel myself being crushed in the darkness that surrounds me.
The darkness that calls itself depression.
I know I’ve been here before.
I know I can survive this fight.
I know that I just have to keep swimming, keep trying.
But as another wave hits, my resolve weakens.
The waves take me prisoner.
Trapped in the dark despair that I’ve repressed before.
Keep your head above the water.
You’ve been here before.
You’ve survived this before.
Posted on August 27, 2016, in Creativity, Life, Mental Health, Poetry and tagged borderline, borderline personality disorder, BPD, Depression, mental illness, mental-health, Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.