I have a confession to make.
As a child, I believed their was a monster hiding in the wardrobe.
I believed in the childhood tales of monsters in the wardrobe, hiding under the bed, or in hallways. Monsters who scared the crap out of me, enough to leave a light on at night.
With time, these monsters disappeared, And I learned to sleep with the light off.
I learned how they were nothing more than childhood nightmares and child imagination.
Unfortunately, their is one true monster who does exist.
If it chooses you, it turns your whole world blue.
You feel as though you’re drowning, but you keep going anyway.
You feel sad over nothing, even on your Birthday.
It’s like your life is playing in a black and white film with no sound.
It doesn’t hide in wardrobes, under beds, or hallways.
It follows like a shadow, waiting for the wrong time to pounce.
It chooses any person, of any gender, rich or poor, young or old.
This monster is persistent and gets what it wants.
I confess that I am one of many chosen by, and living with this monster.
Doctors call it “Depression”.
I call it “a miserable Asshole.”
Don’t let a miserable Asshole control your life.
Control what you can, and let go of what you can’t.