You’re walking alone. A fresh breeze glides across your skin, a scent of freshly cut grass tickles your nose. The glistening sun peers into your eyes and warms your skin. As you walk you approach a dense forest of wirey trees and bushes. Warning signs reading ‘DANGER’ send alarm bells in your mind. But you feel as though you must walk in. You cannot change your path. You are trapped. Surrounded by weeds, nettles, sharp twigs and branches. You hear a crack. You fall. 6ft into an old well. Broken arm and leg. You are trapped. In darkness. In fear. Anxiety covers your limbs. Cripples your mind. Freezes your body. It’s agony. You see people walking past and looking in, you want to call for help but you’re too crippled, too afraid.
Depression. Anxiety. Any mental illness. Any mood disorder. Can come out of nowhere. It can affect anyone. It can take you at any time. For any reason. For any cause. But there’s always a set of ladders waiting to lift you out of the well. Taking the first step is the hardest. But the only way is up.
Don’t give up on yourself.
Don’t give up on anyone suffering.
Stay and fight.