The second monster I met

The world calls him

Depression

And almost everyone seems to know about this Monster but only a few understand what he is actually capable of.

The Depression Monster kept his presence concealed in the darkness and waited to stab me when my guard was down. He knew where it hurt the most. When he stabbed me, his attack was extremely painful which was directly targeted on my ego.

The broken pieces of my shattered ego penetrated every inch of my soul.
All there was left behind was the helpless me, weeping in pain.
I cried in silence
I screamed in silence

I believed there was no hope
No one cared
No one needed me
I was not important

My vsion was surrounded by pitch darkness and all I could see was black.

"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too.
They live inside us,
And sometimes, they win"

I had lost it

So I decided to end it.
I decided to leave a message about my final departure.

But then I realised

I was just running away.

I decided to reach out for help as I expected no one to hold my hand,

But

I was wrong

I was not alone

I was not uncared-for

There were so many hands willing to reach out to me and pull me out of that suffocating darkness.

The Monster was gone. I was smiling once again.

I was healing and once again I was content with my life, though I was still very vulnerable.

But...

That happiness was short-termed

I was still recovering, a small hit was enough to make me fall and when that happened, I felt an agonizing stab.

He. was. back

And this time he was stronger than ever.

He took the chance and repeatedly stabbed my old wounds, making me incapacitated.

Only left behind was me wailing in agony after his violent anguish.

Now he wasn't alone. He was teamed up with the scariest monster; the worst nightmare I had ever witnessed.

to be continued...