It’s funny, how all of the sudden it hits you. The sky is clear blue, the sun is warm, full and shiny, you feel the heat on your skin and you close your eyes.
It’s a mistake. The shade behind your eyelids turns into pitch-dark, and your vision becomes black.
No, it’s not funny, I had it wrong. It’s sad, the unexpectedly gripping moment of anguish. The flood of anxiety crashing over you. It’s horrible, and it makes you think how thin the line is, just a mere stripe that hinds you from falling down and drowning. Beneath. Under of this everything.
The feeling of being safe is just an illusion. You are not safe with depression. Never. Never.
Don’t tell to me about the blues, blues is only music.