💡💡💡GREAT READ AND 2 POEMS I WROTE…PLEASE READ. 💕 I frequently describe my MDD as feeling present but not fully alive, mindless walking through my life with complete and utter numbness while also simultaneously feeling sad, hopeless, melancholic, almost like the very breath that keeps me alive is void and gone. Depression can feel like the mind is slowly draining its own color, leaving behind a grayscale existence where the world continues moving, but the person feels suspended outside of it. BELOW ARE 2 POEMS ABOUT MY MDD. 📍 Poem #1 I move through my days half-formed, present, yet never fully alive, a quiet ghost pacing the outline of the life I’m supposed to feel. Numbness drapes itself over me, a heavy veil that mutes everything, while sadness, hopelessness, and old melancholies echo beneath the surface like distant storms. Even my breath feels hollowed out, air passing through a body that remembers how to live but cannot quite return. Depression drains the colors slowly, first the bright ones, then the rest, until the world fades to grayscale and I’m left watching life continue from somewhere just outside myself. 📍 Poem #2 Something is stalking me from the deepest corridors of my own mind. A shape I cannot outrun, a presence that knows me too intimately to escape. It waits in the corners where the light doesn’t reach, patient, deliberate, studying every fracture in my resolve. Its intentions aren’t kind. It drags cold fingers through my thoughts, twisting them into shadows, feeding on the places where I’m already weary. This thing after me, this dark, relentless entity, isn’t a monster from outside. It’s my MDD, the part of my mind that turns against me, that whispers ruin in my own voice.