The silence

I had just opened my eyes.
Suddenly it had ahold of me. It was in my head,throwing aside my memories, launching my thoughts around. It was looking for something. It was going to find it and there is nothing I can do.all of a sudden, the rage calmed down.
It had found it.I’d tried to hide it so well.i put it behind the happy memories. I hid it behind the bags of laughter. I barricaded it in with a busy schedule and a positive mindset. I even put it in a safe,labelled “HEALTHY BODY HEALTHY MIND”.
But it found them. It left a clutter in my once organised brain.as it grabbed the handle of the bag, it split. Thousand upon thousands of words,thoughts,feelings and memories came pouring out.
I thought that it would stop soon.pass,even.but the waves continued, like a tsunami.the tsunami was nothing but a blur of past experiences.
So now,as I am left in a crying heap in the centre of my bedroom floor,on a Sunday morning at 5:39 am, do you know what it is doing?
Smiling.laughing. Sitting with its fellow demons, fistfuls of memories.
And what is ‘it’, you ask?

“Depression” I whisper.