I woke with another headache.
“Oh make it stop, please” I mumble from under a pillow as tears start to form in my eyes. Tossing and turning in my bed trying to make the pain go away I snuggle down. The medication just wasn’t working and the emptiness was starting to envelop me.
How could it be so hard to just wake up in a morning? To get out of bed? To shower, or eat, or drink, or live?
I drift off again, back into the nightmares. There’s no release from my depression.
When it comes it is all consuming.