Depression is a beast. It's a beast I've fought many times. A beast I have stood face to face with, even recently. I stared into its cold, black eyes and I felt its warm breath on my face, sending a shiver down my spine. This beast dug its sharp claws into my flesh, ripping it to shreds. I wrapped my arms around myself, doing my best to hold myself together. Just hold on…someone will find me…someone will come. Just don't let the beast win.