Escape

Some people wear depression well, like jeans and a hoodie. They sink into it, take comfort in it.

But depression doesn’t suit me.

On me it’s a straight jacket, leggings, and platform flip-flops. The most uncomfortable thing I can imagine wearing.

I want it off me as soon as possible.

Even Houdini had a hard time escaping from a straight jacket and he was a professional.

I’ve tried in the past to untie it, one lace at a time.

Wiggle free of sadness while still keeping it intact, allowing it to be set aside where it could be put back on at any time.

I’ve tried asking others to untie it for me. I didn’t know then that it wasn’t their job.

Now I prefer to cut it off.

I tear at it.

Twist, turn and scream.

Use my tears to lubricate the knots.

I fight.

And I win.