It’s a silent monster that eats up joy, smiles and laughter.

Chokes you into the end.

This silent monster is called depression.

I had suffered this disease since I was seven years old.

I still recall the moments I would suffocate myself with alcohol and wake up in different beds of women.

This nightmare has sent me to the wall; nailing me to my torture.

But like every kidnapped story, the victim becomes brainwashed and falls enchanted towards her kidnapper.

Depression is my beloved kidnapper…

I don’t know how I lost control but to be honest I had enjoyed the scars that I made.

They show a truth I always wanted to scream out but unfortunately I knew I wasn’t welcome to a world of light.

But now depression has lost its touch.

I’m slowly sneaking under the door…….I want freedom.