Some days are better than others. Other days my emotions seep through my pores. Depression takes hold of me and doesn’t let go. Some days I am more anxious than others. Other days I feel ontop of the world. The highs are high but the lows are equally as powerful.

Sometimes it cannot be mitigated, let alone controlled. Sometimes I just have to let the depression take me. Sweeping me away like a love poem in the sands wiped away by the current. Some days my depression wins. I feel I can’t push the brick off my chest. But that doesn’t mean I don’t try.