This is What My Depression Feels Like

by robinhardwick

Something high, far-fetched comes my way. I don’t think I even have the permission to try and catch it. But then, I think, what is there to lose? Everything, obviously. I gain some courage and reach for it. I touch some part of it; I get a small taste of its riches. But, obviously, I was a fool to believe I could get it. The experience knocks me on my ass. I know failure is supposed to be good and I should just pick myself up and try again, but I can’t. I need much more time to lay there, experiencing the failure.