confessions full of jack 29

If for whatever reason the sneaky snake called depression loosens up its hold on my eyes, an army of emotions rush out of the mirror. As I name and greet each of them, indignation takes over.  I curse and spit and growl and shake.
 
I did even hear it coming this time, the snake; and I did try to stop it with experience, intelligence and science. Yet, here I am: depressed, despondent, a blank canvas I have to keep painting to pass as a human being.  Nobody needs to confirm – and they have done so - I am chronically depressed. So the bottom line is even if I fight off this snake – and I will do so -there is whole pit of them nestled within my neurons waiting to emerge. Thus, indignation takes over.  I am angry because life doesn’t take it easy on one just because one harbours a pit of snakes within. I will always have to fight for serenity. Unfortunately, the irony of it doesn’t escape me…