Depression is a thick and heavy fog weighing me down, it’s hard to sleep, the next day I’m tired and have trouble concentrating. I’m sinking in quick sand and try to grab on to something to pull myself up, no the branch is weakening, it’s starting to snap. It’s Saturday I can nap, sleep in maybe, watch a funny movie, clean up some clutter in my house, and the heavy, dense fog starts to slowly fade away. Then I’m smiling, and wait it’s Sunday evening, let’s this be the week I’m able to get enough sleep, focus at work, and make plans to socialize on the weekend.