It’s a feeling that sneaks up on you.

A sensation that creeps upon you when you least expect it.

Everything can be fine, normal even, and then it hits you.

You’re trapped.

Backed into a corner like an animal stuck in a cage.

No escape.

No way out.

Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Stuck in the worst place imaginable.

Your own mind.

There’s no escape from yourself. From the darkness and the gloom. The inner monologue that plauges you and tells you such wretched things about yourself that you begin to wonder if it’s true.

You try to drown out the thoughts. The darkness and depression. The melencholia that demands its due. But when the world is still, and everything else is gone you have only your mind and the darkness. There is no escape from that. The only way out is to find the light from within.

The deepest pits of your creativity to drag you out of the muck and the mire into something better. Something beautiful, something hopeful again. Lest you get dragged down into the darkness once more.

There is hope. Always hope, it’s the only thing you have in the end. Things must get better. This is not where it ends. I will not give up. I will not shut down. I will not quit.

There may be no escape, but even the darkness cannot last forever.