Depression is like carrying around a black balloon connected to a black chain that follows you around from room to room. You wake up and there it is waiting to ruin your day. Here I am! You can't get rid of me that easily! You take a shower and think, there, washed it off, but it is holding the towel when you get out. On and on it goes. Some moments you get a release from it and you think, oh good, that wasn't so bad. Then it peeks in through the door, you didn't forget me did ya? God can't take it away, prayers can't take it away, wishing can't take it away. It is a denial like any other until one day, you say, there it is, I accept you, you are real, you won't leave me, so I am going to deal with you. I am going to put you in a box and not let you get out ever again. Medication really does work. I am living proof. My ears still ring but I don't think about it anymore. I can't believe how my life has changed. Good bye, black balloon. Good bye, black chain.