Pacing back and forth, back and forth.
It runs it’s sly fingers along the seemingly sturdy bricks, tracing the lines in the mortar, smirking at the walls unwary construction.
And It waits…
…and waits for moments when the unsuspecting mind is the most vulnerable.
…and for moments when the soul is too weary and conflicted amongst chaotic life events.
It can taste the weakness in your voice.
It can hear the pain in your heart.
It can feel the brokenness in your spirit.
It knows when you’re too weak to fight.
It knows then, that it has you.
And slowly and painfully It begins chipping away at the faults in the mortar piece by piece.
It creates cracks in smiles.
Uncertainty in laughter.
Fear in confidence.
Chaos in rational thinking.
Thick fog where there was once clarity.
Heaviness in movement.
It steals your soul little by little; tucking it farther and deeper away from reality.
It steals your thoughts.
It steals your strength.
It steals your love.
It steals your voice.
It steals your hope.
It steals until there is nothing left of you but a shell of what you once were.
You are numb.
You are lost.
You feel alone.
And while you trudge through your painfully endless days, wondering how you will ever fight back, the hope and strength from others who love you are ready to work hard for you.
Their hope and love and strength ready to re-build that wall for you.
Brick. By. Brick.
Until that wall is strong enough for you to realize that it’s ok to lean on it; lean on them while you heal.
Allow them to be your defense against the depression while you try to become whole.
To become you again.
All you have to do is ask for help.
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