It hits when you least expect it. It eats up every good feeling in your life, and you end up feeling like a zombie as you walk from day to day activities. Every muscle may ache, because it disturbs your sleep. Every movement may be painful as you try to at least pretend ot be normal.
You know it will pass, its happened before. So why does it happen? What is causing this feeling of utter despair? What is making moving out of bed so difficult or eating, or functioning?
Why does every word said to you feel like a direct insult? Is it? Is it all a conspiracy to make you want to end life?
Where is the support that you thought you had? Where is the love? Why does everything taste so bland?
When will it all end...
I want to go back and start today over again.