I try to remind myself I’ve been here before.
I try to remember that I won’t be stuck here. I will escape.
Thinking is foggy and laden down. My mind is so heavy I can barely lift my head.
What if this time I can’t leave? What if this time I’m here for good?
What if all the years of holding myself together, filling the cracks in, coping, have left me too broken to be fixed?
I can get free. I will get free.
Depression will not hold me.
But right now, I’m visiting.