Don’t run –
Walk.
Feel the concrete cushioning your feet.
Embrace the sounds around you.
The sound of your neighbor getting devoured by the misty fog,
That so shamelessly tries to creep through your windows.
If you feel the need to help, then do so.
But you cannot always help those who have joined the mist already.
Do not build a partition between yourself and the mist, it will find its way.
Save yourself the effort.
If the mist does make its way through your windows,
Prepare yourself.
It will wrap itself around your neck.
Give you the impression that you will not survive this.
It’ll step on your back, making you believe that you’re dying.
It will erase the life in your eyes and fill it with obscurity.
The only thing you’ll see is the mist.
Lastly, it will make its way into your mind.
Create these false accusations that you are not worth anything.
What makes you different than everybody else?
Nothing is what the mist says.
You fight it off with everything you love, but the darkness sometimes overpowers the light.
Please fight back.
But how can you fight back an intangible object?
Play its game.
Trick the mist into believing that you are better than it.
That you are the one with control.
Some days it will believe you,
But you cannot trick a trickster, so they say.
But the trick is, there is no trick.
You ARE better than it.
You ARE the one with control.
You WILL become tired and weary.
You WILL become weak.
But you are strong.
Because you see, depression isn’t all in your head.
It’s physical.
You lose the ability to enjoy the things you used to love.
You hate yourself for reasons you cannot control.
You stop eating.
Or you begin eating.