Tonight I started feeling the onset of another episode of depression. This time, I was able to recognize the feeling of onset. That muddled, foggy state of mind where I can't figure out what the hell I'm thinking about. But no matter how hard I try to think about something, I just can't, and it starts to make me feel... worthless.

I'm getting better at figuring out when it happens, and slowly learning how to fight it off by myself. Depression is one of those foul demons that it's nigh impossible to fight off with the help of others, because even with all of that support rallying behind you to help you stand your ground... you'll still feel completely alone and helpless. You have to learn to stand up for yourself and tell that demon to get out and leave you be.

Tonight, I felt inspired to write a poem for the first time in years. I did this one way way differently from my usual styles. The rhyme patterns, meter, and structure changes almost chaotically, like a mind struggling to hold itself together amidst the onslaught. And then a moment of clarity. It turns itself around and stands up for itself to banish the corruption.

I hope this helps anyone who's reading this, who suffers from depression, even if intermittently like I do. You're not alone, even though you feel alone. Just remember to stand up for yourself, hold your head high, and tell that vile demon to get the fuck out of your head. You don't deserve to suffer its corruption. You deserve to live and be loved.