Depression

I've been living with anxiety and depression since I was a kid. I didn't know it then now I know why I hated waking up in the morning. When the invisible vines that creeps quietly put me in a strangle-hold. I fear of going to sleep knowing depression linger there somewhere in my bedroom by my side watching silently teasing and when I opened my eyes I'll be instantly in a seizure. Victimized by fatigue holding on me on me like a remnant of a nightmare. I dread so much starting the day but got better as the morning wear on by noon I'm back a normal being. Until I must confront the monster intruder squating in my room lurking waiting for me to open my eyes.