Depression: The never-ending darkness that suffocates and kills everything. It holds you hostage, no way around, no way out. You can try to escape. Try up and over, try down and under, Try out and around. None will work. What’s left? Through? Good luck with that. You have tried to throw out the drogue, but the line holds for a second, strains, then thread by thread, core by core, starts to snap. 

You’re climbing past the trough, up the wall of water ready to capsize you and send you on your final, eternal voyage. All you need is a new rope, a new start but you can’t hope for one the dark is suffocating, too dark, and too suffocating. You drown in the wall of water, rocketing foot by foot further beneath the waves narrowly missing coral after coral threatening to tear open the sail, rendering null all forward momentum. 

Slowly, though, very slowly, you start to rise back to the surface. You’ve missed your departure time for your eternal voyage by mere seconds. You’re buoyed by the people you trust, the people who make the darkness a bit less dark, and a bit less suffocating.

You eventually meet the surface, a mess but alive.

And you can carry on, knot by knot, 

mile after mile. 

You will make it.