Rescue Is Possible

It seems that lately, in every part of my life I meet someone who is struggling with depression. Not the its-grey-outside-so-I’m-feeling-melancholy kind of depression. I mean the hard to escape takes the breath out of your lungs kind of depression.

My heart aches for these friends.

Maybe more so because I have been there. I have been through those days where you lock your jaw and just go one with life. I have been through those days when it feels like you are going insane and the only thing which keeps the rage inside is a mask of civility.

I’ve been there.

I was thinking about these friends and I remembered a song I wrote as I went through the process of healing. I want to share it in the hopes that they will know rescue and healing is possible. 

Rescue is possible.

Continuing the adventure, 

Jess

Rescue Me

The mask I wear

Gets heavier every day

The games I play

Stopped making sense to me

The fear I face

Is fading into the grey

The beast I fight

Is waiting inside of me

The hole is getting darker

The zoombie is getting stronger

And I’m getting tired

So please resuce me

The story I tell

They don’t want to hear

The hell I live

They refuse to see

The hole is getting darker

The zoombie is getting stronger

And I’m getting tired

So please resuce me

Your eyes see through the darkness

Your light blinds this monster

And I can’t think of another

Who can rescue me

So please

Please resuce me