Depression Is a Bully

As I sit here with my thoughts, my daydreams turn to nightmares. It's like a poison that slowly creeps in, grabs hold and takes over. It turns my hopes into worries, logic into stress & memories into heartbreak. It tells me that all the good days are now in the past. That each & every day from now on, will be a battle that I fight alone. It tells me that I'm no good, and that no one really cares. It tells me what a useless, waste of a person I am. It tells me that it's my ONLY friend, and that everyone else hates me. It tells me the world would be better without me. It tells me that all I do is make things worse. It tells me i might as well give up on everything. It tells me that it's moved in, and plans to stay. Then it tells me it's name is Depression. Depression? I've heard of you. You're a liar and a thief! You steal people's happiness and destroy so many lives. People have literally died because of you! You're not my friend, you're not anyone's friend! All you do is cause pain! I might not know how to defeat you, but I'll never stop fighting! Some days, you might win the battle, but you'll NEVER conquer my world! I refuse to let you take me! And in that moment, I realized, I WAS TAKING MY POWER BACK!