Depression

I have battled the beast for years. It sleeps like a monster under my bed, waiting for me to give in to it. When I do, it is all-consuming. I sleep. I eat. I bathe. Nothing keeps me from it. It is like a film that sticks to my skin, my heart, my mind. No one can wash it away. Nothing keeps it from consuming me. No pills. No friends. No words of understanding can stop it from working its way through me. Once it has taken every inch of my body, my spirit, and my mind, will I recognize myself anymore? The answer seems close at hand.