Depression

There must be some way to control this depression that eats my life away. Do not send me pamphlets and articles telling me to smile and think happy thoughts. Those are not for me and those who are like me. My reality cannot be changed with a simple sentence. I take pills, talk to therapists, and read anything I can get our hands on that may offer a few minutes relief. I try to smile and pretend until finally I cannot rise out of bed. It will pass I tell myself. It will pass as it always has. But what if this time is different? What if this time it does not pass and I am left in this dark hell forever? Tomorrow will be better I tell myself as I gather the covers around my shoulders while there is still daylight outside. Tomorrow will be better I tell myself because the thought of it being worst is too, too much to bear.