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Making Noise…


It happens without any announcement, preface or awakening.
I have to believe that it was there from my first breath.
Manifesting itself with every occurrence encountered.
It lurks beneath the surface the whole entire time.

What stirs depression from its dark, murky dungeon?
People are constantly drowning in feelings of not being good enough.
Emotions are stirred by personal thoughts of unhappiness and dread.
It has become a very tough foe and is more difficult to defeat than most know.

When you are at your weakest time your soul begins to give up the fight.
Withdrawing deep within you is the safest place to go at most times.
Friends will try to pull you out of the dark but you are not sure what the dark is.
Your systems being to shut down and you become totally lost in the pain.

Depression cages you, and it is like being trapped in a clear box.
You can hear all around you, but you can not respond through the walls of the box.
The internal screams of wanting to break free are deafening inside your head.
I begin to attempt to see what makes up these walls, what they are made of.

It is as if you are swimming from fathoms beneath the sea, trying to break the surface.
Seeing the light of day is hope but no guarantee your life is changing.
Confusion caused by years of suffocating in the unknown brings secrecy.
People close to you know something is wrong; you can not hide this demon.

Some never conquer and win this war, others find a way to confront and live.
It takes the support of all those around you and steadfast strong beliefs.
Acceptance of its existence and the willingness to talk about everything is a start.
The way you shatter the silence it causes it by making all the noise you can.