Winter creeps closer around the corner as the year comes to an end. And with it, comes death. For not only does it steal the life from nature itself, but from me as well.
My depression crawls in with eyes glowing red. Every year. Every winter.
Each year I spend spring, summer, and fall recovering. And just as I start to heal, it comes full circle and back again.
How much more of this can I handle? For that I am unsure.
All I know that it's back again. Back to haunt me.
And that the devil lives in winter, and I'll have to fight again.