Something happened early this summer. Something which was so terrible, it made me ill.
For a long time, the thing that had happened was all-consuming, the only thing on my mind. It grew in size inside my head, and fed into my illness as it began taking hold of me.
Now, my illness has become so big, that the thing which happened has separated from it. The illness itself became all-consuming. It pushed everything else away, even that which happened.
All of a sudden, it had taken on a life of its own, and all I can do is follow along.
It is very strange, for the thing which happened to have faded into the blurry background of my life, for it to no longer be at the forefront of everything.
But it isn’t, it has faded, and all that is left is you, depression. You who hold me so tight.