My eyes gently blink adjusting to the faint light peeking through the curtains. Lying on my back I glare at the black cloud that hangs above me, snaking its cold fingers around my neck attempting to suffocate me. The feeling is strange; too familiar yet so strange. Depression is living in a body that fights to survive with a mind that wants to die.
That is my everyday life. A fight to survive.
I will take you back to the beginning of my story.
To the beginning of my Struggle.
To the beginning of my Revenge.
To the beginning of my Curse.
Welcome to my twisted world.