I cannot breathe as my grief caves into my chest and despair flows out of me continuously, I collapse, weak. I know I have fallen hard…bruised, wounded and heart filled to the brim with emotions…wondering if I shall always be alone in this dark abyss of depression.

In the aftermath; I am catching my rushed breath with blood pulsing in my ears and my weakened body lay slumped at the bottom of the most treacherous pit of my heart, knowing I cannot do anything to make this go away but silently suffer it out.

Miserable bouts of grief; Sad truths of Depression (Feb 27, 2017)