Depression Drags me down, clawing at the earth, into the black abyss; Into a chasm stretching far and wide filled only with self loathing and loneliness. Anxiety knocks at the door, ever ready to remind me of the responsibilities left unattended as the depression tightens it’s dirty claws around my throat. Trash piles up. Scum on the bathtub is growing. The scum on my soul multiplying. Duties at work left half finished. Netflix on auto play next episode as the world spins around me but I lay stationary on the couch for another hour, paralysed and semi-comatose. Somewhere my cat meows, trying to wake me from this stupor. It feels a million miles away.