This short story is base on depression, what it's like to live it and what it feels like to try to overcome it.
Maze of mind
I went to sleep in my bed, in my house having done the same things I always do, I woke up sometime later to find myself in a dark eerie maze, the ground red as blood the hedges black as night above a void of nothingness. I stood in the middle in my pyjamas my bare feet chilled from the stone floor, a cold haunting wind cared my breath visibly through the air I wrapped my arms around myself and shuddered. I began to walk through various twists and turns, walking for what seemed to be hours limping from cuts on the soles of my feet. I felt disheartened as I came up to a fork in the bushes which way should I go I wondered, after looking from left to right down both paths several times I decided to go right, I wondered for what seemed to be several more hours feeling more and more despondent. The wind picked up becoming progressively more violent as I fell into an increasingly dark despair, I paused briefly trucking my head down closing my eyes as a massive gale shuck the bushes only to suddenly die, I opened my eyes to find I had some how arrived back in the middle I fell to my knees, cupped my face with my hands and began to sob uncontrollably "it's ok" a familiar voice told me as I felt a warm hand touch my shoulder, I looked up to see my best friend standing before me with her hand held open to help me up "you can make it" she encourage me, I smiled weakly as I expected her hand all my friends and family appeared behind her I looked at her hand as she helped me up once back on my feet I looked up to see that everyone had disappeared "don't worry we will always be here even if not physically our spirit will be here for you always remember when you feel like giving up you are not alone" the disembodied voice of my friend reassured me my smile grow a little bigger, filled with new hope and self worth I began my journey again I know I can make it out, I will make it out one day.
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