Depression Is Black

“It hits me every few months.

No warning. I’m just in it.

Gasping for air, it’s suffocating.

It’s like I’m in a dark underworld of the Black Sea.

Not knowing when I will come up for air. If I will make it to the shore.

And then as soon as it comes it can go. No idea why.

All I know is that I feel intense relief when I breathe in the air. I fill my lungs up until the next time.”

Louis Gray, London