Medicated

Me? I'm fine.

Eventually, I will be, anyway.

Decided that perhaps I don't remember the last time that I was happy or sad or felt anything.

I don't know why I hadn't noticed it sooner, this feeling of blah, of just existing.

Caved at the doctor's office, felt like I was pleading for something, anything.

And they all told me how strong I was, how smart I was to know this feeling, to ask for help.

They don't know how weak and vulnerable I feel.

Especially now, when I thought I had beat it so long ago, when I thought this was over.

Depression? Sucks.