The tides of depression are insidious, sidling up next to you with a whisper and a forlorn look, only to sink hooks deep beneath your skin within seconds, and drag you out beyond your depths to your doom before you can cry for help.
Oh, the water looks calm and inviting, serene on the surface… while underneath churns a maelstrom of emotion. And yet, none of it shows.
No one sees it.
As I get dragged further and further out to sea.
Well, hiding and creating an inviting environment it’s a common way for predators to catch their prey… I’ve just recalled now; If it seems too good to be true, it probably because it is. Don’t get discouraged, just understand that you’re not alone in this.