There's this wave of sadness that rushes to cover me. Some days it comes in a dark form like a shadow trying to grasp me.
If I have the energy, I distract myself by reading a book. But then the wave comes back slipping through the crooks.
On most days I know how to escape. Sometimes though, it gets difficult to get out
The wave and the dark form may come at the same time. and when they come, it gets heavy and scary.
But even if it's difficult I still try to hold my breath.
Some days I get saved by another human being. and I am grateful for that.
On other days, it's me who rescues myself.
I'm glad I didn't drown.















