There it was again, lurking beneath the surface.
Waiting for the opportune moment to pounce on me.
I had become complacent in the make-believe zone of “I can handle it, no big deal.”
It had been a mirage, and I was paying dearly for it.
My odious opponent, depression is the name, pounced on me and thumped me senseless.
I received an uppercut of “I am ugly” right between my eyes.
A massive straight punch of “I am useless” threw the breath out of me as it landed square on my belly.
The coup de grace fell on my jugular.
I gagged and choked as “no one loves you” suffocated me with an iron grip.