It seems every morning I wake up with a feeling of dread for another pointless day. I'm just going through the motions to pass the time until night settles in and I'm back in bed for another attempt at sleep. Nothing gets accomplished. Nothing worthwhile takes place. All that exists is the pain and heartache that has chained itself to me.

Depression is like standing in a hole. You can just barely see over the top, where the rest of the world, with its bright colors and sounds, goes on day after day, unaware of your plight. You think if you could just reach over the edge, you could get out and join the fun everybody else seems to be having. Only somehow, you can't manage to reach over the edge; you can't climb out. You can't summon the energy or the will. You're stuck. And some days, like today, your 'hole' shifts and you fall further unable to even see the rest of the world now. It's just cold and dark and empty and all you can do is pray that someone will just come along and cover the hole so you no longer need to ache.

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