There's a person trapped inside my skull.
I feel her pushing against the ivory walls. Kicking. Hammering her fists. Sobbing in frustration and rage.
Her name is Depression. She's very active today, screaming, shrieking. Giving me a headache, listening to her endless yammering.
There aren't many ways to quiet her. I've tried speaking words of love and affirmation into the mirror, but it only worked for a few minutes. She can smell a lie a mile away. She will always ferret out the truth.
She likes wine. But I have none. Telephone conversations with loved ones. But I have none. The things that make her happy, I have none.
She is restless tonight. I feel as if she's found a weapon and is chipping away from the inside, ferocious in her dedication.
I wonder what she would be like if turned loose? What if she managed to escape? What would be her first act? Would she be merciful to me, or vengeful?
