writing sooths my soul....

I’ve got this monster inside me, some call it the black dog, others call it depression. I call mine the monster within. His been here before, it nearly took my life time and again. It stole so many years from me, both literally and from my memory, but I kicked h*m out ages ago.  

But now he is back with a vengeance, sucking the life from every ounce of my being. He rears his ugly head as soon as I wake. He follows me about, he is my constant companion as I go about my day. He leaves his mess and destruction on the inside out of sight, evenings are the worst, in the stillness and quiet. 

Black is its colour, he casts a dark shadow wherever it goes, gloomy and downcast, death and destruction are his calling. Footprints of hopelessness are left in its trail. His breath is vulgar, knocking me off my feet. His eyes are piercing, Snarling and hissing and screams in my ears.  

Not everyone understands the unwelcome visitor who has taken up residency in the core of my being. There is this shame, this stigma, that its all in my head. But there is no escape from him, there is no taming this beast.  The monster within.