Silent Currents

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I’ve always described depression as drowning while you’re swimming with friends to those who never had to understand. The periodic waves get bigger and harder to navigate. Your friend’s voices and laughter get further away as the tides drag you away like a fresh kill. Your screams are drowned out by the waves. And suddenly, there you are neck deep in frigid midnight-colored water waiting to take your last breath. You hope someone sends the Coast Guard, and you weakly pray a boat passes you in your time of need. But as you keep drifting, you begin to accept your fate without a sound coming from your blue lips. Your body and thoughts feel like weights placed on your shoulders. You are exhausted from staying afloat in the familiar darkness around you. The abyss surrounds you until only your outstretched fingers are visible as your last cry for help is swallowed by the sea. And your last thought is wondering if the dark cold waters always felt this familiar?