I drew this the other night when I couldn’t sleep.
It was only the next day when I looked back at it that I realised how disturbing it truly is.
It’s about the feeling of sinking into a major depressive episode.
But this time I spotted the signs and I hope I have caught it before it was too late.
Instead of letting myself sink without doing anything about it, I started back up my antidepressants before I lost myself completely.
So here’s “Early Warning Signs”
There’s darkness under the bubble. The world is turning grey.
The edges close in and blacken.
My world is a chalk pastel sketch, the colours seeping out; slowly fading.
A hand that is not mine scratches at the edges, charcoal blurring my world.
The blackness is creeping back again.
But this time perhaps it’s different. I feel the blackness before it envelops me. I act, or I try to. I know what’s coming and I try something different.
Maybe it will work.