When things have been going really well,

but you can't help but doubt it- to 

question it. The darkness is still there-

waiting to breathe again. You don't say a 

word about it. Maybe you don't have the 

words to these feelings.

That happens a lot.

 Yet find yourself starting

to stare down alleyways of your mind

that maybe you shouldn't. 

Or telling yourself that you shouldn't

plan certain things b/c why bother.

The depression monster isn't gone -

just lying in wait.