Years had gone by since I suffered a major setback.
At times the anxiety gripped me and felt like a heart attack.
I woke each morning wanting to hide under a rock.
The most troubling problem was I had no one to talk.
The weeks and months went by and I didn't do a thing.
The thoughts of the past, to these I would cling.
You can't move forward by living in the past.
The lack of decision makes one's procrastination everlast.
Night after night I'd go for walks in the street.
Too embarrassed to go in public, trying to remain discreet.
Unable to sleep I could hear my heart pound in my ears.
At times when I woke up, my pillow was filled with tears.
Irrational thoughts went round and round in my head.
Until the process of daily life became my ultimate dread.
Mind splitting migraines would throb through my brain.
That's when I became convinced that I was going insane.
Why this happened to me I shall never know.
But one thing was for certain, I had reached the ultimate low.
I felt I had no way out, and looked for the light.
At times I felt helpless and wanted to give up the fight.
But somehow I persisted through hell on earth.
I believed in myself until I had a spiritual rebirth.
When I look back I can't believe this happened to me.
But now the crippling depression is gone and my soul set free.