Living with the Black Dog

I was oblivious to everything. It was difficult living with the black dog. So I prayed to God to take me with him, to end my suffering. I surrendered my life from the battles I could never conquer- the storm within me. 

Many had despised my situation. Some had said I was devious. I was getting weaker and weaker. Depression has eaten me slowly. 

In the shadows of the night, I was crying until I fell asleep. The four corners of my room witnessed my pain and agony. Everyday was a never-ending cycle of anguish. Profound. Cruel. Immeasurable. And the only thing I could do was to scratch myself just to know I was alive.

God never listened to my plea. But instead He has given me people who helped me survive this havoc. Slowly, I picked my scattered pieces of myself. The people dearest to me: my closest friends, my siblings by heart, and my dearest mon amour who never ceased to support me and served as my bridge to traverse the burning pit that kept me imprisoned for a long time. 

I was shaken from naivety, and readily forsaken the dark corner. I gathered my self-confidence that I was once lost. 

Though I was still on the bridge, I remained my composure and kept myself intact as possible. I wanted to flee from the intertwining mayhem. My eyes were pinned on the spectrum of light that promised Life and Happiness. I have finally decided to live again. Though the remains of darkness were still within me, I yielded to the thoughts and possibilities of what lies beyond the shadows.

I am now in my journey, taking the path to enlightenment with the people who believe in me. Their love serve as my beacon. True courage comes from true people executed by me. It was unparalleled having true comrades who stood and fought for me in the face of my greatest adversary - myself. 

And now, I pray to find the light...

To God be the glory.