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
Jess Boctor 