Depression makes time stand still. The hours run into each other, making it seem like an endless day. Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling makes the hours go on forever. The only sign that the day is over is the fading of the sun. The days blur, each one appearing the same. The date doesn’t matter. There is no end.
The first step out of bed hurts. The time tells you that you have been there for hours, days, weeks. Your hair is matted to your head. You have been wearing the same clothes for a week. The days run into one another, you see no point in leaving the sanctuary you have created inside your bed. Time stands still, while life rushes by.
You stare at yourself in the mirror. You don’t recognise the face looking back at you. Where did those lines come from? Where is your once beautiful hair? Why is your skin so grey? These are the trademarks of time standing still. This is what happens when life revolves around pillows, blankets and sleep. This is what happens when the Black Dog takes hold and refuses to let go. This is what happens when the depression envelopes you.
The fridge is bare. The cupboard is no better. Your stomach doesn’t rumble anymore, food is too much effort. Time is standing still, life is passing you by.
You leave the house, put in an appearance. The sun burns your eyes. The noise grates on you. The sensations feel like you’ve walked outside without your skin. The people talking to you seem like a hindrance. You want to go back to bed, so the cocoon you have created. The safe, warm cocoon, where no one can get in. You stand and watch the people hurry past. Time is standing still, life is passing you by.
Depression is lonely, it steals time. Depression makes you feel that nothing can ever get better. It makes it feel that the light at the end of the tunnel doesn’t exist. Depression makes time stand still, while life passes you by.
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