For days, sleep eluded me. Depression is a bitch. No matter the cause.

I wanted to sleep. My eyes hurt, my head hurt, everything hurt.

Eventually, your body says “Nope, time to crash.” Now, everything hurts still.. and them some.

It’s the dreams.. and then the awakening. Waking up to stillness. Waking up to despondency. Just… waking up.

It’s bad enough to face your own current demons, but to have to face the demons that linger from the past.. and the “good” spirits too. Downright torture.

The stillness. That’s what is unforgiveable.