X_XDepressionX_X

Depression is an ominous sea of darkness. You're standing on the bleak, dull beach that you've known forever, when suddenly the ocean looms toward you. It's a tidal wave, but of negativity as opposed to water. Terror strikes you in the heart; this obstruction is new to you, and anything new is scary. Then the fear is replaced with morbid curiosity, and you slowly glide towards it.
That's when depression's minions jump from the wave and grab you by the limbs, dragging you into the undertow. All the sudden your suffocating in the depths of sadness and suicide. Eventually you give up hope, and your body merges with the ocean. Slowly your life begins to disintigrate, that beach is but a distant memory to you.
That's when I realized I wasn't living anymore, but merely existing. And that's using the term loosley.
Fortunately, someone was able to swim through the ocean and save me from drowning. Even to this day I stay far from the abyss, at the edge of my beach. But lately I've noticed that the morbid nothingness that traps me is slowly inching up across my sand. Everyday it comes one step closer to kidnapping me into its bowels of hell, and everyday the fear, along with morbid curiosity, grows a bit more.