It caught me unawares.
I was going about my life minding my own business.
I was happy and content keeping to my lane.
I fought shy of other people’s lives, for my cup was full.
I never saw it coming.
How could I have noticed it?
You see, my nemesis tiptoed on cushioned feet and struck me from behind.
I hit rock bottom, flat on my face as depression walloped me.
I was down, but not out.
“I don’t go down easy,” I reminded myself.
I resolved to stand my ground.
I wasn’t slumping back into that dark abyss.
“I am weak, but I will fight,” I hyped myself up.
It wasn’t going to be pretty, but I was determined to claw, scratch, poke, and bite my way back to life.
I have been wrestling with my foe, moment by moment, minute by minute.
I am inching forward till I get up, even if my feet wobble, I will stand again.